Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.

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

Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

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..."

A Backward Glance Can Often Lift The Heart.