Nothing prevented him from carrying out his good intention (_buona voglia_) except the fear of being himself burned and baked as they were.

I was just thinking that it was his great love for Latini which gave him the deathless words: ...

"Non dispetto, ma doglia La vostra condizion dentro mi fisse.
"Not contempt but sorrow...." "Oh, Frank," cried Oscar, "what a beautiful incident! I remember it all.
I read it this last winter in Naples....

Of course Dante was full of pity as are all great poets, for they know the weakness of human nature." But even "the sorrow" of which Dante spoke seemed to carry with it some hint of condemnation; for after a pause he went on: "You must not judge me, Frank: you don't know what I have suffered.

No wonder I snatch now at enjoyment with both hands.