I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

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

The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.