Lalus Death

AMidst the Waves profound,
Far, far from all Reliefe,
The honest Fisher Lalus, ah! is drown'd,
Shut this little Skiffe:
The Boards of which did serve him for a Biere,
So that when he to the black World came neare
Of him no Silver greedy Charon got,
For he in his own Boat
Did passe that Floud, by which the Gods do sweare.