“Hermes obeys; with golden pinions binds His flying feet, and mounts the western winds, And, whether o’er the seas or earth he flies, With rapid force they bear him down the skies. […] In fear of this the father of the gods Confined their fury to these dark abodes, And locked them safe, oppress’d with mountain loads; Impos’d a king with arbitrary sway, To loose their fetters or their force allay.” […] At the entrance of this darksome and fatal abode, appeared a thousand monstrous forms, Care, Sorrow, Disease, Old Age, Fear, Famine, Want, Labour, Sleep, Death, Remorse, Force, Fraud, Strife, War, and Discord. […] With anxious pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Fraud before, and open force behind; The Furies’ iron beds, and Strife that shakes Her hissing tresses, and unfolds her snakes. […] They burnt off their right breast, in order to brandish weapons with more force, and to shoot arrows with more effect.