Do Not Be Afraid; Our Fate Cannot

There Are Souls Beneath That Water. Fixed In Slimethey Speak Their Piece, End It, And Start Again:'sullen Were We In The Air Made Sweet By The Sun;in The Glory Of His Shining Our Hearts Poureda Bitter Smoke. Sullen Were We Begun;sullen We Lie Forever In This Ditch.'this Litany They Gargle In Their Throatsas If They Sand, But Lacked The Words And Pitch.

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

There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To Recall Happiness In Times Of Misery.

There Is A Place In Hell Called The Malebolge.

What Shall One Do With The Verse, If He Knows Not That?