Favorites Through me you pass into the city of woe Through me you pass into eternal pain Through me among the people lost for aye

Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd

To rear me was the task of power divine Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.

Before me things create were none, save things

Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon ye who enter here.

Such characters in colour dim I mark'd

Over a portal's lofty arch inscrib'd: Whereat I thus: Master, these words import.

Dante!