To enter into that same balefull Bowre,
For fear the cruell Feends should thee vnwares deuowre.
But standing high aloft, low lay thine eare, ix
And there such ghastly noise of yron chaines,
And brasen Caudrons thou shalt rombling heare,
Which thousand sprights with long enduring paines
Doe tosse, that it will stonne thy feeble braines,
And oftentimes great grones, and grieuous stounds,
When too huge toile and labour them constraines:
And oftentimes loud strokes, and ringing sounds