作曲 : Marston, Medwenitsch
  Thou mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant 
 Deride me not, thought I seem petulant 
 To fall into thy chops. Let others pray 
 For ever their fair poems flourish may. 
 But as for me, hungry oblivion 
 Devour me quick, accept my orison 
 My earnest prayers 
 Which do importune thee, 
 With gloomy shade of thy still empery, 
 My earnest prayers 
 Which do importune thee, 
 To vail both me and my poesy 
 Far worthier lines in silence of thy state 
 Do sleep securely free from love or hate, 
 From which this living near can be exempt 
 But whilst it breathes 
 will hate and fury tempt 
 Then close his eyes 
 with thy all-dimming hand, 
 Which not right actions can withstand (2x) 
 Peace, hateful tongues 
 I now in silent pace 
 Unless some hounds 
 do wake me from my place 
 Then close his eyes 
 with thy all-dimming hand, 
 Which not right actions can withstand (2x) 
 I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy 
 Will sleep secure, right free from injury 
 I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy 
 Of cankered hate, or rankest villainy