Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

Compassion is not a passion; rather a noble disposition of the soul, made ready to receive love, mercy, and other charitable passions.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.

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