All feendes did feare, so far forth as prince Pluto,
Was at her call for dread of more distresse,
Then would I send of helhoundes more and lesse
A legion at least, at him to cry and yel,
And with that chyrme, herrie him downe to hell.
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Which neede not, for sure I thinke that hee
Who here in earth leades Epicurus’ life,
As farre from God as possible may be,
With whome all sinne and vices are most rife,