For he who sees a need but waits to be asked is already set on cruel refusal.
For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?
O human race born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou fall.
Avarice, envy, pride,Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of allOn Fire.
The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
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 thingsEternal, and eternal I shall endure.All hope abandon, ye who enter here.