The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.

In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.

Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.

In His will, our peace.

The greatest gift that God in His bounty made in creation, and the most conformable to His goodness, and that which He prizes the most, was the freedom of will, with which the creatures with intelligence, they all and they alone, were and are endowed.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair