From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

When I Had Journeyed Half Of Our Life's Way, I Found Myself Within A Shadowed Forest, For I Had Lost The Path That Does Not Stray.

There Is In Hell A Place Stone-built Throughout, Called Malebolge, Of An Iron Hue, Like To The Wall That Circles It About.

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

The Mouse Had Fallen In With Evil Cats.