O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

Knowledge Comes Of Learning Well Retain'd, Unfruitful Else.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.

Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.

These Dwell Among The Blackest Souls,loaded Down Deep By Sins Of Differing Types.if You Sink Far Enough,you'll See Them All.