Two takes on a bad musician

 I've cracked the covers of the Reverend Woodward's Tart and Homely Gibes of Greek Epigrammatists (1928) and his very first version is of a poem by Lucillius of which I included a version in the book. Here is my version. The original is AP 11.133:

Eutychides the lyricist is dead!
You denizens of underworld, now flee:
Eutychides is coming, with his songs.
He ordered twelve guitars upon his pyre,
And five-and-twenty cases of his tunes.
Now Charon has you in his grip indeed:
Where in the future might a person go,
When even in the kingdom of the dead
Eutychides is inescapable?

And here is Woodward's rhyming version:

Eutychides is dead and gone,
The melodist. Escape anon,
Ye undergrounders: for with odes
Eutychides descends your roads.
Along with him upon the pyre
He bade set XII guitars afire,
Plus V and XX chests, enclosing
Much music of his own composing.
Now Charon’s keel is known to ye:
From henceforth whither may you flee?
For, near Eutychides, we know
’Twas hell on earth, as now below.

I love the inventiveness of 'undergrounders'. The closing lines are a little loose, but isn't it fabulous? The sometime Vicar of Walsingham deserves a wide audience, though he chose to cultivate a narrow one.