Still ferries ghostes vnto the farder side.
70.
The aged god no sooner Sorrow spyed,
But, hasting straight vnto the bancke apace,
With hollowe call vnto the rout hee cryed,
To swarue apart, and gieue the goddesse place:
Strayt it was done, when to the shoare wee pace,
Where, hand in hand as wee than linked fast,
Within the boate[1559] wee are together plaste.
71.