When they beheld the marbles open lay’d,
And poor mens bones the noble Urns invade:
Back to the blessed seats they went,
And now did thank their banishment,
By which they were to die in forreign Countries sent.
XXXI.
But what, Great Gods! was worst of all,
Hell forth its magazines of Lusts did call,
Nor would it be content
With the thick troops of souls were thither sent;