Canto XVII

All that you held most dear you will put by
	and leave behind you, and this is the arrow
	the longbow of your exile first lets fly

And what will press down on your shoulders most
	will be the foul and foolish company
	you will fall into on that barren coast.

Ingrade and godless, mad in heart and head
	will they become against you, but soon thereafter
	it will be they, not you, whose cheeks turn red. 

I have learned much that would, were it retold, 
           offend the taste of many alive today.