To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.
Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Without hope we live in desire.
Still desiring, we live without hope.
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.