Whose navy like a stiff-stretched cord did shew,
Till he bore in, and bent them into flight.
122.
The wind he shares, while half their fleet offends
His open side, and high above him shows;
Upon the rest at pleasure he descends,
And, doubly harmed, he double harms bestows.
123.
Behind, the general mends his weary pace,
And sullenly to his revenge he sails;