The Porter opened unto them streight way:
He was an aged syre, all hory gray,
With lookes full lowly cast, and gate full slow,
Wont on a staffe his feeble steps to stay,
Hight Humiltà.[°] They passe in stouping low;
For streight and narrow was the way which he did show.
VI
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin,
But entred in a spacious court they see,