Of a Thracyan that was drownde by playing on the Ise

A Thracyan Boy well tipled all the day
Vpon a frozen Spring did sport and play,
The slipper Ise with hieft of bodies sway
On sodaine brake, & swapt his head away:
It swam aloft, bylowe the Carcas lay.
The Mother came and bore the head away:
When shée did burie it thus gan shée say.
This brought I foorth in flame his Hierce to haue,
The rest amids the flood to finde a graue.