MS. Fa h fax 40. 267 



These Mortal Augurs of Mischance 

 Who funerall notes as Musick makes 

 The GobHns singe & skipp & dance 

 In valts ore spred w'^ Toads & Snakes 

 Ther in a Cursed beame might see 

 [p. 558] The horred Skehton of some poore louer 

 Well 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 

 [p. 559] And Harths that once were vs'd fvr fyers 

 Now shaded are w^ii 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 



W* 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 



[p. 560] 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 laehold w"' greater pleasure 

 How they did worke the hollow Caues 

 A worke soe Curious & soe rare 

 As if that Neptuns Court were ther 



