Thus my bright Muse in a new orbe shall move,
And even teach Religion how to love.
To Castara,
Of his being in Love.
Where am I? not in Heaven: for oh I feele
The stone of Sisiphus, Ixions wheele;
And all those tortures, Poets (by their wine
Made judges) laid on Tantalus, are mine.
Not yet am I in hell; for still I stand,