Far from the hoped hauen of reliefe,
Why[938] do thy cruell billowes beat so strong,
And thy moyst mountaines each on others throng,
Threatning to swallow vp my fearefull life?
O do thy cruell wrath and spightfull wrong
At length allay, and stint thy stormy strife,
Which in these[939] troubled bowels raignes, and rageth rife.
For else my feeble vessell crazd, and crackt ix
Through thy strong buffets and outrageous blowes,
Cannot endure, but needs it must be wrackt