Under ground

Here lies one, in flower of youth, / Once his friend’s joy, now his parents ruth: / If Kitchen be his name, as I have found, / Then Death now keeps his kitchen under ground; / And hungry worms that late of fleſh did eat, / Devour their Kitchen in the ſtead of meat.

Critical Paſſengers uſually ſound, / How deep the threatning gulf goes under ground, / By tumbling down ſtones ſought throughout the field, / As great as the officious Boores can wield, / Of which ſuch Millions of Tuns are thrown, / That in a Country, almoſt all of ſtone, / About the place they ſomething ſcarce are grown.

We have to go under''' ground to find out who we are as women; self-knowledge requires that we be psychologically subversive.

Car fluids wash through this stream, going under ground to the Edward’s Aquifer.