The Mirror for Magistrates: The Induction
An hideous hole all vast, withouten shape ,
Of endless depth, o'erwhelm'd with ragged stone,
With ugly mouth and grisly jaws doth gape,
And to our sight confounds itself in one.
An horrible loathly lake we might discern,
deadly gulf where nought but rubbish grows,
Which up in the air such stinking vapours throws
That over there may fly no fowl but dies,
Chok'd with the pestilent savours that arise;
Hither we come, whence forth we still did pace,
In dreadful fear amid the dreadful place.
And first, within the porch and jaws of hell,
With tears; and to herself oft would she tell
To sob and sigh; but ever thus lament
With thoughtful care as she that, all in vain,
Would wear and waste continually in pain.