This mourning Company? Sure, sure some strange
And uncouth thing hath happen’d. Phœbus’s Head
Hath not been resting on the wat’ry bed
Of Sea-green Thetis fourty times, since I
In transitu did cast my tender Eye
Upon this very place, and here did view
A Troop of Gallants: Iris never knew
The various colours which they did employ
To manifest and represent their Joy.
Yea more; Methinks I saw this very wall