What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?

I made my own house be my gallows.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?

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

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.