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CANTO I.] XX.

Then slowly climb the many-winding way,

And frequent turn to linger as you go,

From loftier rocks new loveliness survey,

And rest ye at "Our Lady's house of Woe;" N2

Where frugal monks their little relics show,

And sundry legends to the stranger tell:

Here impious men have punished been, and lo!

Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell,

In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.