Where The Way Is Hardest,

Do Not Be Afraid; Our Fate Cannot Be Taken From Us; It Is A Gift.

There Is A Place In Hell Called The Malebolge.

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.

The Mouse Had Fallen In With Evil Cats.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.