The Divine Comedy

There is no greater woe than in misery to remember the happy time

Midway upon the road of our life I found myself within a dark wood, for the right way had been missed.

Love, that on gentle heart quickly lays hold, seized him for the fair person that was taken from me, and the mode still hurts me. Love, which absolves no loved one from loving, seized me for the pleasing of him so strongly that, as thou seest, it does not even now abandon me. Love brought us to one death.

Hell."

We at last arrived within the deep ditches that encompass that disconsolate city. The walls seemed to me to be of iron.

how many sweet thoughts, how great desire, led these unto the woeful pass.

Love, that on gentle heart quickly lays hold, seized him for the fair person that was taken from me, and the mode still hurts me. Love, which absolves no loved one from loving, seized me for the pleasing of him so strongly that, as thou seest, it does not even now abandon me. Love brought us to one death.

beware how thou enterest, and to whom thou trustest thyself; let not the amplitude of the entrance deceive thee.

beware how thou enterest, and to whom thou trustest thyself; let not the amplitude of the entrance deceive thee."

In the Parson's Tale Chaucer says: "Envie and ire maken bitternesse in heart, which bitternesse is mother of accidie."

Already every star sinks that was rising when I set out, and too long stay is forbidden."