The Splendors That Belong Unto The Fame

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.

Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.

Follow Your Path, And Let The People Talk.

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..."