I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.
Dante AlighieriIn judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.
Dante Alighieri