... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

From a little spark may burst a flame.

Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!

Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!

I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.

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