I, Answering In The End, Began: 'alas,

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame.

There Is In Hell A Place Stone-built Throughout, Called Malebolge, Of An Iron Hue, Like To The Wall That Circles It About.

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

It May Be That A More Subtle Person Would Find For This Thing A Reason Of Greater Subtlety: But Such Is The Reason That I Find, And That Liketh Me Best.