The Inferno. Canto III
7  before me nothing but eternal things
were made, and i endure eternally
abandon every hope, who enter here.


Paradiso. Canto VIII
100  and in the Mind that, in itself, is perfect,
  not only are the natures of His creatures
  but their well-being, too, provided for;  


Purgatorio. Canto III
82  and what the first sheep does, the others do,
and if it halts, they huddle close behind,
simple and quiet and not knowing why: