Hear me and then consider: am not I The keep and key Of all the torments sorrow can combine? - Dante Alighieri

"And I — my head oppressed by horror — said:
"Master, what is it that I hear? Who are
those people so defeated by their pain?"
And he to me: "This miserable way
is taken by the sorry souls of those
who lived without disgrace and without praise.
They now commingle with the coward angels,
the company of those who were not rebels
nor faithful to their God, but stood apart.
The heavens, that their beauty not be lessened,
have cast them out, nor will deep Hell receive them — even the wicked cannot glory in them.

Hypocrites - they wear gorgeous cloaks lined with lead; pretty outside, awful inside; heavy cloaks force them to behave sedately, although seething within; cloak true character in false appearance.

Și ca și-acel ce nu mai vrea ce-a vrut,
schimbând prin noul gând pe cele-avute,
așa că lasă totul ce-a-nceput,

așa și eu sub poala coastei mute
gândind îmi mistuii întreaga vrere
ce-ntâi, spre-a-ncepe, atât mi-a fost de iute.

-De-ți prind din vorbe bine-a ta durere-
răspunse umbra cea mărinimoasă-
ți-e sufletul curpins de-acea scădere,

ce-abate-ades de ținta sa frumoasă
pe om, astfel (oprind) ca năzărirea
nălucii lui pe-o bestie fricoasă.