The Wonders of the Peak

Unto St. Ann the Fountain sacred is: 
With waters hot and cold its sources rise,
And in its Sulphur-veins there’s med'cine lies.
This cures the palsied members of the old.
And cherishes the nerves grown stiff and cold.

One thing remained, but highly worth our view,
Pool's hole, a cave so called and near us too.
Pool was a famous thief, and as we're told
Equal to Cacus, and perchance as old.
Shrowded within this darksome hid retrieve
By spoils of those he robbed, he used to live

On the English Alps, where Darbies Peak doth rise,
High up in hills, that emulate the skies,
And largely waters all the vales below,
With rivers that still plentifully flow,
Doth Chatsworth by swift Derwins Channel stand
Fam'd for its Pile, and Lord, for both are grand

...the stone
We drop, which circled in thick mist is thrown.
Against a rock, the cavern groans the while,
Loud sighs are vented from the shaken pile.
from rock to rock, the sound goes downward still,
Less heard by us but the more heard by Hell