"Mariana in the moated grange." — Measure for Measure
Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!" Mariana
The trench is a place of perpetual darkness and bone-crushing pressure, over 1,000 times that at sea level. "Mariana in the moated grange