“O Sun, that healest all distempered vision,
Thou dost content me so, when thou resolvest,
That doubting pleases me no less than knowing!”

— Dante Alighieri , book Inferno

Canto XI, lines 91–93 (tr. Longfellow).
The Divine Comedy (c. 1308–1321), Inferno

Original

O sol che sani ogne vista turbata, | tu mi contenti sì quando tu solvi, | che, non men che saver, dubbiar m'aggrata.

Dante: XI, 91-93
Variant: O sol che sani ogne vista turbata,
tu mi contenti sì quando tu solvi,
che, non men che saver, dubbiar m'aggrata.

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