The Object I could first distinctly view,

Was tall straight Trees, which on the Waters flew;

Wings on their sides, in stead of Leaves did grow,

Which gather’d all the Breath the Winds could blow:

And at their Roots grew floating Palaces,

Whose out-blow’n Bellies cut the yielding Seas.

Mont. What Divine Monsters, O ye Gods, were these,

That float in Air, and fly upon the Seas!

Came they alive or dead upon the Shore?

Guy. Alas, they liv’d too sure, I heard them roar.