Load with the filth of dallying Lust and Sin,
[I. 6.]Where bloody murther, like a Theefe creept in;
Yet shall the spotles Heart, triumph in trueth,
When worth reapes fame and vertue conquers youth:
And crowne Dorasmos, faith-plight Delphian Bayes,
With more then Lawrell praise, immortall rayes.
Than brass-brou’d Fiends, accurst by Minos doome,
Flee Fairy flight, to Pluto whence you come;
And tast Phlageton, Lethe, court Proserpine,
Sterne Radamanth attends, such stinking vermine;