Or, to say truth, away he cast them all
Into the stream which Lethe we do call.
"He hurl'd therein full many a precious name,
Where millions soon into the bottom sank,
Hardly in every thousand one was found,
That was not in the gulf quite lost and drown'd.
"Yet all about great store of birds there flew
As vulture, carrion crows, and chatt'ring pyes,
And many more of sundry kind and hue,
Making lewd harmony with their loud cries;