321.
And being launcht into the sea’s blacke brest,
By stormie puffe of Auster’s blustring blore,
They carried were with violent storme opprest,
'Bout Bayon iles, and towards the sandie shore
With swift winde-swelling sailes their nauie bore,
Where both the generals on the barren strand,
Did with two thousand souldiers put to land.
322.
And as the wealthie fields of ripe-growen corne,