Dante's Vision

Dante, don't speak to me of Purgatory and Hell, I've climbed that steep mountain and doing well... rather, talk of Beatrice and her stunning beauty, and to her dedicate new verses of fine poetry. Dante, you were very spiritual reaching Heaven without wings, constantly seeking punishment for the actions of horrible things... I'll meet Shakespeare as you met Virgil directing me through the eerie woods, and he'll warn me not to fret upon smelling the stench of flesh and livid words. Dante, you're walking with your beautiful, young lover and she's very happy and loved, then she must have spared the long suffering imposed on sinning souls never praised... your vision was accurate not barring fear or mentioning the names of thieves and liars; be glad that your Comedy is universally read: its not anymore the privilege of friars.