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Rh  Of good and evil much they argu’d then, Of happines and final miery, Paion and Apathie, and glory and hame, Vain widom all, and fale Philoophie: Yet with a pleaing orcerie could charm Pain for a while or anguih, and excite Fallacious hope, or arm th’ obdured bret With tubborn patience as with triple teel. 570 Another part in Squadrons and gros Bands, On bold adventure to dicover wide That dimal world, if any Clime perhaps Might yeild them eaier habitation, bend Four ways thir flying March, along the Banks Of four infernal Rivers that digorge Into the burning Lake thir baleful treams; Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate, Sad Acheron of orrow, black and deep; Cocytus, nam’d of lamentation loud 580 Heard on the rueful tream; fierce Phlegeton Whoe waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Farr off from thee a low and ilent tream, Lethe the River of Oblivion roules Her watrie Labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former tate and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain. Beyond this flood a frozen Continent Lies dark and wilde, beat with perpetual torms Of Whirlwind and dire Hail, which on firm land 590 Thaws not, but gathers heap, and ruin eems Of ancient pile; all ele deep now and ice, A gulf profound as that Serbonian Bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Caius old,