There was she lost; when suddaine I behelde, Where, tumbling through the ayre in firie fold, All flaming downe she on the plaine was felde, And soone her bodie turn'd to ashes colde.

How soone the bodies Organ leaves the sound!

Bid her awake therefore, and soone her dight**, 30 For loe!

And one selfe instant, they will soone retire To know the issue.