The god of Slep wher that sche fond.
And that was in a strange lond,
P. ii. 102
Which marcheth upon Chymerie:
For ther, as seith the Poesie,
The god of Slep hath mad his hous,
Which of entaille is merveilous. 2990
Under an hell ther is a Cave,
Which of the Sonne mai noght have,[1369]
So that noman mai knowe ariht