Slumbring I lay in melancholy bed
Before the dawning of the sanguin light:
When Eccho shrill, or some Familiar Spright,
Buzzed an Epitaph into my hed.
Magnifique Mindes, bred of Gargantuas race.
In grisly weedes His Obsequies waiment
Whose Corps on Powles, whose mind triumph’d on Kent,
Scorning to bate Sir Rodomont an ace.
I mus’d awhile: and having mus’d awhile,
Iesu, (quoth I) is that Gargantua minde