So many eyes them underwatch or moe;

And tongues do speake: so many eares do harke.

[By night ’tweene heaven she flies and earthly shade,

And, shreaking, takes no quiet sleepe by darke:

On houses roofes, on towers, as keeper made,

She sits by day, and cities threates t’ invade;

And as she tells what things she sees by view,

She rather shewes that’s fained false, then true.]

[Legend of Albanact.] I. H., Mirror of Magist.

[Page 1.] Deare Love, let me this evening dye.