There fiue againe the furious billow batters,
Being hurried head-long with the south-west blore,
In thousand pieces gainst great Albion’s shore,
Whereby the fruitlesse waues tost to and fro,
With fruits of ship-wracke euery where did flow.
276.
Here one fast holding by the broken shiuers
Of some wrackt ship, to heau’n lifts vp his eies,
There drifting on the mast, one quakes and quiuers,
Another heere his outstretcht armes applies