There Hippolitus, slaine Pirothous stay
Neere t’Acheron, (all faithles lovers way)
To welcome Fiendly, fright Eremiall guests
With flame-flash’d firebrands, sulphur scorching tasts:
Chaynd fury-brangling, in remorseles paine,
Where Belzebub, and Lucifer remaine.
In this umbragious Cell, there lurks a hound
To beare Sarpedons Scepter; helpe to sound
Your Cleopatran clamours; and I thinke
The Ferrier Charon, makes such wretches drinke