A vision seen by Plato the divine: br Two shuddering souls come forward, waiting doom br From Rhadamanthus in the nether gloom. br One is a slave hunger has made him pine; br One is a king his arms and jewels shine, br Making strange splendor in the dismal room. br "Hence!" cries the judge, "and strip them! Let them come br With nought to show if they be coarse or fine." br Of garb and body they are swift bereft: br Such is hell's law nothing but soul is left. br The slave, in virtue glorious, is held fit br For those blest isles of peace where just kings go. br The king, by vice deformed, is sent below br To herd with base slaves in the wailing pit.