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Dolor Inferni. 5.

Let Poets please to torture Tantalus,
Let griping Vultures gnaw Prometheus,
And let poore Ixion turne his endlesse wheele,
Let Nemesis torment with whips of steele;
They far come short, t'expresse the paines of those
That rage in Hell, enwrapt in endlesse woes;
Where time no end, and plagues finde no exemption;
Where cryes admit no helpe, nor place redemption;

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Where fier lacks no flame, the flame no heat,
To make their torments sharpe, and plagues compleat,
Where wretched Soules to tortures bound shall bee,
Serving a world of yeares, and not be Free;
Where nothing's heard but yells, and sudden cryes;
Where fier never flakes, nor Worme e're dyes:
But where this Hell is plac'd (my Muse) stop there;
Lord, shew me what it is, but never where.