But standing high aloft, low lay thine eare,
2 And there such ghastly noise of yron chaines,
And brasen Caudrons thou shalt rombling heare,
4 Which thousand sprights with long enduring paines
Doe tosse, that it will stonne thy feeble braines,
6 And oftentimes great grones, and grieuous stounds,
When too huge toile and labour them constraines:
8 And oftentimes loud strokes, and ringing sounds
From vnder that deepe Rocke most horribly rebounds.
1 But, standing high aloft, low lay your ear, 2 And there such ghastly noise of iron chains
ghastly > {Frightful, evoking terror of the supernatural}
3 And brazen cauldrons you shall rumbling hear 4 (Which thousand sprites with long enduring pains