“It is richt facill and sith gate, I thè tell,
For to descend and pass on doun to hell:
The black yettis of Pluto and that dirk way,
Standis evir open and patent nycht and day:
But therefra to return agane on hicht,
And bere aboue recouir this airis light,
That is difficill werk, there labour lyis;
Full fewe there bene quhom heich aboue the skyis,
Thare ardent vertew has rasit and upheit,
Or yet quhame squale Jupiter deifyit,