Perceive ye not that we are worms, designed To form the angelic butterfly, that goes To judgment, leaving all defence behind? Why doth your mind take such exalted pose, Since ye, disabled, are as insects, mean As worm which never transformation knows?
O how far remov'd, Predestination! is thy foot from such As see not the First Cause entire: and ye, O mortal men! be wary how ye judge: For we, who see the Maker, know not yet The number of the chosen; and esteem Such scantiness of knowledge our delight: For all good is, in that primal good, Concentrate; and God's will and ours are one.
Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about.
They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.
There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.
Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.
Will cannot be quenched against its will.
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind, that in the same direction lasts not long.
A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.
Fame is not won on downy plumes nor under canopies; the man who consumes his days without obtaining it leaves such mark of himself on earth as smoke in air or foam on water.
Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.
Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.
A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.
Go right on and listen as thou goest.
Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.
In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct.
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.
We have no hope and yet we live in longing.
If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act.
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, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.
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