…when I faced that restless beast,
which, even as she stalked me, step by step
had thrust me back to where the sun is speechless. (Inf. I, 58-60)
When I saw him [Virgil] in that vast wilderness,
"Have pity on me," were the words I cried,
"whatever you may be – a shade, a man." (Inf. I, 64-66)
[Dante]: "And are you then that Virgil, you the fountain
that freely pours so rich a stream of speech?"
I answered him with shame upon my brow.
"O light and honor of all other poets,
may my long study and the intense love
that made me search your volume serve me now.
You are my master and my author, you –
the only one from whom my writing drew
the noble style for which I have been honored." (Inf. I, 79-87)