And heere a third bids: “Let the maine sheate flie:”
All fall to worke themselves from death to baile,
Some cut the saile-cloaths, some againe do haile
The saile yards downe, while others pumpe with paine,
Sending the seas into the seas againe.
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Heere one vp lifted on a mountaine steepe,
By dreadfull flashing of heau’ns lightning bright,
With pallid feare lookes downe vpon the deepe
Into a pit, as deepe and blacke in sight,