Note 215 — THE THEOGONY.
George Chapman translation
Arise and end.] Seneca, Hercules Frantic:
Rank with corruption’s moss the sterile vast Of that abyss: th’ unsightly earth is numb’d In its eternal barren hoariness: The dismal end of things: The limits of the world: Air moveless hangs with clinging weight above: And black night brooding sits Upon the lifeless universe.