in Poems (Author's Poems)
Between his legs were hanging down his entrails;
His heart was visible, and the dismal sack
that maketh excrement of what is eaten.
from the book "The Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri
Between his legs were hanging down his entrails;
His heart was visible, and the dismal sack
that maketh excrement of what is eaten.
If I thought my answer were to one
who would ever return to the world,
this flame should stay without another movement; but since none
ever returned alive from thisdepth, if what I hear is true,
I answer thee without fear of infamy.
Consider your origin;
you were not born to live like brutes,
but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Reader, if thou to credit what is here
Art slow, 'tis no surprise, since I can scarce
Believe, who saw it all as clear as clear.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
Lying in a featherbed
will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt,
and he who uses up his life without achieving fame
leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth
than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.
Necessity brings him here, not pleasure.
Pride, Envy, and Avarice are
the three sparks that have set these hearts on fire.
There is no greater sorrow
Than to be mindful of the happy time
In misery.
I came into a place void of all light,
which bellows like the sea in tempest,
when it is combated by warring winds.