Which punish wicked men, that walke amisse:[13]
It is a darksome delue farre vnder ground,
With thornes and barren brakes enuirond round,
That none the same may easily out win;
Yet many waies to enter may be found,
But none to issue forth when one is in:
For discord harder is to end then to begin.
And all within the riuen walls were hung xxi
With ragged monuments of times forepast,
All which the sad effects of discord sung: