The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.

Cave.

Under the hollow hanging of this hill There was a cave cut out by natures skill, Or else it seemd the mount did ope his brest, That all might see what thoughts he there possest, Whose gloomy entrance was environd round With thick set trees, &c. In which no chearing light At all ere peep'd but sad and driery night, A squallid filth and moldinesse had made, From whence exhaled stenches did invade The upper aire,—There's bred by dreary night. Pale moldy filth, and darknesse sad, no light. But light by Magick made ere shined there A deep black cave low in the earth is found, Whose duskic entrance like pase Morpheus cell, With strange Meanders windeth under ground, Where sooty darknesse evermore doth dwell. With torches now attempting the sad cave, Which at their entrance seemeth in a fright At the reflexion, that the brightnesse gave, As till that time it never saw the light.