... 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.)

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

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.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.

As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.