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Midway In Our Life's Journey, I Went Astray From The Straight Road And Woke To Find Myself Alone In A Dark Wood.

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

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.

I Am Made Of God, Through His Grace. Such That Your Misery Touches Me Not, Nor Does Flame Of That Burning Assail Me.

Justice Divine Has Weighed: The Doom Is Clear. All Hope Renounce, Ye Lost, Who Enter Here.