Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love,
Before me nothing but eternal things
Were made, and I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, who enter here.
And I became like those who stand as if
they have been mocked, who cannot
understand what has been said to them
and can't respond.
from the Inferno.