[Donatus moralisatus]

Especially if this could last perpetually without satiety. Thus, without doubt, that supernal celestial court is incomparably more beautiful than every hall of the present age, where the peaceful King, namely Christ, sits crowned with the diadem with which his Father crowned him, beautiful in form beyond the sons of men, at his right hand, where the nine orders of angels stand around with the highest diligence and reverence and mutual concord, praising God and saying:

"Salvation to our God who sits upon the throne, and to the Lamb."

There, this hall is adorned with shining stars, brighter than any painting. There, the souls of the saints rejoice in peace and security, and in the greatest perpetual joy. And why do I presume to denude such great glory of the supernal fatherland by comparison, when Scripture says that there are things:

"which eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor has it ascended into the heart of man, which God has prepared for those who love him."

Let the tongue therefore be silent, and our mind ponder that this felicity is inestimable.