MS. Fairfax go. 267 
These Mortal Augurs of Mischance 
Who funerall notes as Musick makes 
The Goblins singe & skipp & dance 
In valts ore spred wtt Toads & Snakes 
Ther in a Cursed beame might see 
The horred Skeliton of some poore louer 
Wh for his Mistriss Cruelty 
Hanged himselfe sence naught could moue her 
Or wth a glance nott once to daine 
To ease him of his mortal paine 
The Marble Stones here strew’d about 
Of Carracters leaue yett some signe 
But now are almost eaten outt 
By teeth of all deuouring time 
The planks & timber from aboue 
Downe to the lowest Valts are fau’ne 
Wher Toads & Vipers ‘mongst them moue 
Leauinge theron ther deadly spawne 
And Harths that once were vs’d fvr fyers 
Now shaded are wt" scratchinge Bryers 
Yet lower an Arched-Valt extends 
Soe hiddious darke & deepe doth sinke 
That did the Sun therin desend 
I thinke he scarce Could se a winke 
Slumber that from heauy Cares 
Wth drowsiness inchants our sence 
Sleepes here secure, as far from feares 
Lul’d in the Armes of Negligence 
And on her back in sluggish sort 
Vpon the pauement lyes & Snort 
When from these Ruings I doe goe 
Vp an aspiringe Rock nott farre 
Whose topp did seeme ast were to know 
Wher mists & Stormes ingendred are 
And then desending att my leasure 
Downe paths made by the storming Waues 
I did behold wt greater pleasure 
How they did worke the hollow Caues 
A worke soe Curious & soe rare 
As if that Neptuns Court were ther 
