Avarice, envy, pride, Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all On Fire.

Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were

There is no greater sorrowThan to be mindful of the happy timeIn misery.

He listens well who takes notes.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.