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.