Through me the way into the suffering city, through me the way to the eternal pain, through me the way that runs among the lost.
As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems.
Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward path had been lost.
Love, which quickly arrests the gentle heart, seized this man with the fair form that was taken from me.
The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself, within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
The darknest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis