“Alas, I wretch, whom thus thou seest distraynde
With wasting woes, that neuer shall aslake,
Sorrow I am, in endlesse torments paynde
Among the furies in th’infernall[1503] lake,
Where Pluto god of hell so griesly blacke
Doth holde his throne, and Lætheus[1504] deadly tast
Doth rieue remembraunce of ech thing forepast.
17.
“Whence come I am, the drery desteny,
And lucklesse lot for to bemone of those