In His Will, Our Peace.

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

And Here Dante Describes An Evidently Spherical World... "the Lamp Of The World [the Sun] Rises To Mortals Through Different Passages; But Through That Which Joins Four Circles With Three Crosses [the Position Of The Rising Sun At The Vernal Equinox] It Issues With A Better Course And Conjoined With Better Stars, And Tempers And Stamps The Wax Of The World More After Its Own Fashion. Although Such An Outlet Had Made Morning There And Evening Here, And All The Hemisphere There Was Bright, And The Other Dark..."

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil

The Path To Paradise Begins In Hell.

Will Cannot Be Quenched Against Its Will.