The mighty his pray, no sanctuary left,
For exilde prince, that shrowdes ech slaue from theft.
20.
In prison pent, whose woddy walles to passe
Of no lesse perill then the dying was:
With the ocean moated, battred with the waues,
(As chaind at oares, the wretched galley slaues
At mercy sit of sea and enmies shot,
And shonne with death what[1346] they with flight may not)
But greenish waues, and desert[1347] lowring skies