When I had journeyed half of our life’s way,I found myself within a shadowed forest,for I had lost the path that does not stray.
Ah, it is hard to speak of what it was,that savage forest, dense and difficult,
which even in recall renews my fear:
so bitter—death is hardly more severe!
But to retell the good discovered there,
I’ll also tell the other things I saw.
- Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.