When Orpheus went down to the regions below,
  Which men are forbidden to see,
He tun'd up his Lyre, as old histories show,
  To set his Euridice free.

All Hell was astonish'd a person so wise
  Should rashly endanger his life,
And venture so far -- but how vast their surprise,
  When they heard that he came for his Wife!

To find out a punishment due to the fault
  Old Pluto had puzzl'd his brain;
But Hell had not torments sufficient, he thought,
  So he gave him his Wife back again.

But pity, succeeding, soon vanquished his,
  And, pleas'd with his playing so well,
He took her again, in reward of his Art:
  Such power had Music in Hell!