41.
Downe in the deepes of earth’s profunditie
Her dwelling is in dungeons darksome blind,
Where she nere sees the bright sunne’s cheerefull eie,
Ne comfort of the wholesome aire doth finde,
Tost to and fro by gentle breathing winde;
But with the furies of the Stygian flood,
Sits low in hell in hate of humane good.
42.
The restlesse griefe, which carking care doth breed,