And next to Proserpine doth share my love;
Contented, amiable, and circumspect,
The good old goddess, Pluto shall protect.
Nor giant Charon,[157] constant at his post,
Conductor of the dead from coast to coast;
Though rude his mien, him will I not despise;
Him will I shelter from the flaming skies.
My Judges, also, for their integrity,
Shall know no sorrow, nor adversity.
Nor Cerberus,[158] my faithful, at the gate