Canto 5.5.66-69: Claude to Eustace
I, who refused to enfasten the roots of my floating existence
In rich earth, cling now to the hard, naked rock that is left me.--
Ah! she was worthy, Eustace,--and that, indeed, is my comfort,--
Worthy a nobler heart than a fool such as I could have given.

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