Come one by one to lap the bowl of blood
Set for them in the fields of Asphodel.
Luc. Humph!—as to that, a voyage which if all
Must take, less need to brag of; or perchance
Ulysses, or his poet, apt to err
About the people and their doings there—
But let the wonders in the world below
Be what they may; enough in that above
For any sober curiosity,
Without one’s diving down before one’s time: