Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.
Dante Alighieri (1982). “Purgatorio: Introduction, Italian test & translation, and thirty-four drawings”, p.252, Univ of California Press
