When I di parted by the

When I di-partied

me to truce me

Poo'd me,

Precious a gaieta,

before that she ne'na no mass

nor the dulcice of filio,

nor the pietta of the Vecchio Padre,

nor the Debit of Amore,

the qual dovea Penelope far lietha,

wincer in the

ardour that I had to be

to bein'er of the world expert.

I'm a bit more than a world Dante's Inferno, Canto 26, Eighth Circle, Eighth Pouch.

The shades of fraudulent counselors move along a ditch, each one enveloped in a flame.

Their punishment inside flames alludes to the tongues of fire that rained down from heaven on the Pentecost,

conferring the gift of truthful speech on the apostles so that they might spread the Christian gospel far and wide.

Dante is extremely eager to hear from the horned flame that encloses two pagan heroes,

Ulysses and Diomedes.

See that I bend toward it with desire, Dante urges his guide, Virgil.

Worried that the lofty Greeks might disdain Dante's modern ideolect,

Virgil instructs him to remain silent and then addresses the flame in the high style,

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