Thy rays should evermore our leaders be!” As much as here is counted for a mile, So much already there had we advanced In little time, by dint of ready will; And tow’rds us there were heard to fly, albeit They were not visible, spirits uttering Unto Love’s table courteous invitations, The first voice that passed onward in its flight, “ Vinum non habent ,” said in accents loud, 763 And went reiterating it behind us. And ere it wholly grew inaudible Because of distance, passed another, crying, “I am Orestes!” and it also stayed not. 764 “O,” said I, “Father, these, what voices are they?” And even as I asked, behold the third, Saying: “Love those from whom ye have had evil!” 765 And the good Master said: “This circle scourges The sin of envy, and on that account Are drawn from love the lashes of the scourge.