As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

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

I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.

And here Dante describes an evidently spherical world... "The lamp of the world [the sun] rises to mortals through different passages; but through that which joins four circles with three crosses [the position of the rising sun at the vernal equinox] it issues with a better course and conjoined with better stars, and tempers and stamps the wax of the world more after its own fashion. Although such an outlet had made morning there and evening here, and all the hemisphere there was bright, and the other dark..."

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.