The white froth-foaming flood began to raue,
And enter combate with the fleet of Spaine,
Hurring it head-long on the mountaine-waue,
Now from the shores into the roring maine,
And now from thence vnto the shores againe,
While all the stoutest sea-men quake and quiuer.
Lest winde-driuen waues their ships in sunder shiuer.
265.
“Heere strike, strike, sirs, the top mast:” one doth crie,
Another saies: “Vale misene and sprit saile:”