"Further, the Duke did in that place behold,
That when the threads were spent that had been spun,
Their names in brass, in silver, or in gold,
Were wrote, and so into great heaps were done;
From which a man that seemed wondrous old,
With whole loads of these names away did run,
And turn'd again us fast, the way he went,
Nor e'er weary was, nor ever spent.
"A heap of names within his cloak he bore,
And in the river did them all unlade;