-Well,- said I, -but what's their punishment?- (for I began now to make the poets' case my own). -Their punishments,- quoth the devil, -are many, and suited to the trade they drive. Some are condemned to hear other men's works: (and this is the plague of the fiddlers too) we have others that are in for a thousand year, and yet still poring upon some old stanzas they have made of jealousy.