"When I am dead,"
The wizard said,
	"I'll think upon the narrow way
	And this Dante,
		And know that he was right
		And he'll delight
			In my remorse,
			Of course."
"When I am dead,"
The student said,
		"I shall have grown so tolerant,
		I'll find I can't
		Laugh at your sorry plight
		Or take delight
			In your chagrin,
			Merlin."