Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
From there we came outside and saw the stars
As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.
Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.