The thunder seemes some time to teare the skies,
At seas full oft the stormes are vehement,
To cloudes alofte the wales[1015] and waters rise,
Soone after th’ayre is cleare, [and calme] the water lyes:
Experience eke the same and prouerbes[1016] old doe showe,
Eache storme will haue his calme, [and spring tide, ebbe full lowe.][1017]
12.
For when I went about to stroy[1018] the state,
And all the Romaynes noble fame t’obscure;
The Senate all, and people did mee hate,