Then we descending by some few Degrees
From this Stupendous Scene of Miseries;
Bold  brought me to another Cave
Dark as the inmost Chambers of the Grave.
Here Youth, she cry'd, in the acutest Pain
Those Villains lie, who have their Fathers slain.
Stab'd their own Brothers, nay their Friends, to please
Ambitious, proud, revengeful Mistresses;
Who after all their Services, preferr'd
Some rugged Fellow of the brawny Herd,
Before these Wretches, who despairing dwell
In Agonies no Human Tongue can tell.
Darkness prevents the too amazing Sight,
And you may bless the happy Want of Light.
But my tormented Ears were fill'd with Sighs,
Expiring Groans, and lamentable Cries,
So very sad I could endure no more,
Methought I felt the Miseries they bore.