Before me there were no created things, Only eternity, and I too, last eternal. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
They lived before the Christian age began. They paid no reverence, as was due to God. And in this number I myself am one. 40 For such deficiencies, no other crime, we all are lost yet only suffer harm through living in desire, but hopelessly.
In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself, in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost.
No one thinks of how much blood it costs.
I'm not alone in misery of soul.
He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.