Book IV, 17: On RHEMVS

Rhemus, upon a time I heard thee tell,
A Wall divideth Purgatory' and Hell;
And that a gold-bought Masse will cleare th'offence
That brought us thither, and redeeme us thence:
Ah Rhemus, what demented Soule would spare
To ruine Wife, or to dis-land an Heyre,
Rather then feele such torments, you pretend,
That equall Hell in all but Time, and end:
Ah Rhemus, If the power of Gold be such,
How dare you be so bold to dye so rich!