These feeble handes, when long they labourde had in vaine,
Dyd yeeld their interest: then thus I did complayne:
Who can refrayne the force of mightye mounting seas?
When bellowes make a breache and beate the banckes adown,
Doth not the saltish surge then beate the bankes adown?
Then man may not withstand the rigor of their rage:
But wisedome would haue kept the waues within their boundes:
Counsayle doth come to late, when hope of helpe is past:
Such was my filthye fate, my lewde and lothsome lucke,
I sought a salue to cure and helpe the helpelesse wound: