From thy good purposes, because thou hearest How God ordaineth that the debt be paid; Attend not to the fashion of the torment, Think of what follows; think that at the worst It cannot reach beyond the mighty sentence. “Master,” began I, “that which I behold Moving towards us seems to me not persons, And what I know not, so in sight I waver.” And he to me: “The grievous quality Of this their torment bows them so to earth, That my own eyes at first contended with it; But look there fixedly, and disentangle By sight what cometh underneath those stones; Already canst thou see how each is stricken.” O ye proud Christians! wretched, weary ones! Who, in the vision of the mind infirm, Confidence have in your backsliding steps, Do ye not comprehend that we are worms, 712 Born to bring forth the angelic butterfly That flieth unto judgment without screen? Why floats aloft your spirit high in air? 713 Like are ye unto insects undeveloped,