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The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 116-119: By the hair It bore the sever’d member, lantern-wise Pendent in hand, which look’d at us and said, “Woe’s me!”
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 8-9: "Curs’d wolf! thy fury inward on thyself Prey, and consume thee!”
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119: “Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame.”
"Ser Brunetto! And are ye here?" (Canto XV., lines 28-29)
Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe! (Canto XVIII., line 38)
The Inferno, Canto 13, line 120: “Haste now,” the foremost cried, “now haste thee death!”
The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61: The other two Look’d on exclaiming: “Ah, how dost thou change, Agnello!”
The Inferno, Canto 18, line 38: Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe!
Call thou to mind Piero of Medicina, (Canto XXVIII., lines 69-70)
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 52-56: Then my sight Was livelier to explore the depth, wherein The minister of the most mighty Lord, All-searching Justice, dooms to punishment The forgers noted on her dread record.
The Inferno, Canto 18, lines 116-117: “Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?”
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 65-67: “Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon, Or ever hath been, of these toil-worn souls Might purchase rest for one.”
The Inferno, Canto 14, line 37-39: Unceasing was the play of wretched hands, Now this, now that way glancing, to shake off The heat, still falling fresh.
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 69-72: call thou to mind Piero of Medicina, if again Returning, thou behold’st the pleasant land That from Vercelli slopes to Mercabo
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 79-81: The crust Came drawn from underneath in flakes, like scales Scrap’d from the bream or fish of broader mail.
The Inferno, Canto 21, lines 50-51: This said, They grappled him with more than hundred hooks
The Inferno, Canto 22, line 70: In pursuit He therefore sped, exclaiming; “Thou art caught.”
The Inferno, Canto 30, lines 33-34: “That sprite of air is Schicchi; in like mood Of random mischief vent he still his spite.”
The Inferno, Canto 24, lines 89-92: Amid this dread exuberance of woe Ran naked spirits wing’d with horrid fear, Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide, Or heliotrope to charm them out of view.
Last Judgment Triptych (open) 1467-71
The Landing of Marie de Médicis at Marseilles (detail) 1623-25
Venus, Cupid, Baccchus and Ceres 1612-13
Diana and her Nymphs Surprised by the Fauns 1638-40
