Here we find the moat of thieves. And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither, Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge, Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather, A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage, Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage One of the pair, it pierced him at the part Through which we first draw food; then loosed its grip And fell before him, outstretched and apart.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

The human race is in the best condition when it has the greatest degree of liberty.

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.

Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

That with him were, what time the Love Divine