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Limbo
00:30
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All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
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2. |
Lust
00:22
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The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.
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Gluttony
00:43
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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 moved:
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 shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
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Greed
00:19
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O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
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5. |
Anger
00:54
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As the geometer intently seeks
to square the circle, but he cannot reach,
through thought on thought, the principle he needs,
so I searched that strange sight.
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Heresy
00:33
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Those ancients who in poetry presented
the golden age, who sang its happy state,
perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place.
Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here
were every fruit and never-ending spring;
these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.
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Violence
00:33
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Lost are we, and are only so far punished,
That without hope we live on in desire.
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Fraud
00:41
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There, pride, avarice, and envy
are the tongues men know and heed,
a Babel of depsair.
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9. |
Treachery
00:02
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The devil is not as black as he is painted.
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