Ever-damned

And forth he cald out of deepe darknes dredd / Legions of Sprights, the which like litle flyes / Fluttring about his euerdamned hedd, / A waite whereto their ſeruice he applyes, / To aide his friendes, or fray his enimies: [...]

My Muse may not affect night-charming spels, whose force effects th’ Olympicke vault to quake, Nor call those grysly Goblins from their Cels, the euer-damned frye of Limbo lake.

[...] He ſcorn’d to chide / The ſtomackfull Feind, ſince ever-damned He / Sufficiently pays for his endleſſe Pride, [...]

Hell’s not below, nor yet above, ’Tis fixed in the ever-damnèd soul—