Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.

That with him were, what time the Love Divine