“Through me the way into the suffering city, Through
me the way to the eternal pain, Through me the way that runs among the
lost. Justice urged on my high artificer; My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal
things were made, And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who
enter here.”
| — | Dante’s Inferno, Canto 1 |
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