Downe in the deepes of earth’s profunditie Her dwelling is in dungeons darksome blind, Where she nere sees the bright sunne’s cheerefull eie, Ne comfort of the wholesome aire doth finde, Tost to and fro by gentle breathing winde; But with the furies of the Stygian flood, Sits low in hell in hate of humane good. 42. The restlesse griefe, which carking care doth breed, Her thoughts with endlesse torment doth oppresse, Her woes of other’s welfare do proceed, Ne euer is she seene to laugh, vnlesse At lucklesse hap of other’s ill successe; For other’s happinesse her woe doth bring, And all her ill from other’s good doth spring. 43. To this foule helhound from that blood built towne, Which Tybur’s siluer armes doe round imbrace, Blind error came, where truth was troden downe, Since bloodie _Phocas_ to the world’s disgrace, Did seat the first false priest in _Cæsar’s_ place; And thence did error take her speedie flight To enuie’s caue to worke the world despight. 44. Where when she came before the hags foule sight, _Elizae’s_ glorie she did oft propose, And more to whet her forward to despight, She shew’d how truth and loue their two chiefe foes, On that faire virgin only did repose, Which enuie’s malice did so much augment, That she throughout the world with error went. 45. Blinde error bore foule enuie on her backe, And ouer many kingdoms tooke their flight, Where enuie’s poison mixt with errors blacke, In scalding drops, as they did flie, did light Vpon the limbes of many a wretched wight, Which through their veins diffus’d did swiftly run, Choaking that loue, that in their hearts did won. 46. At length to Rome with error, enuie came, Where gorg’d with fulnesse of excessiue feast, Finding proud _Pius_, fift of that false name, Laid on soft couch his heauie head to rest, She laid her scuruie fist vpon his brest, And from his feet, euen to his sleepie head, She made her poison canker-like to spread. 47. And with more malice to augment his hate, She did propose vnto his enuious eye, Th’admired glorie of _Elizae’s_ state, And his lost priuiledge and dignitie In this her kingdome of great Britanie; Which did so vex great _Pius_, that on nought, But mischiefe gainst our queene thenceforth he thought. 48.