With whom to Denmarke I design’d did goe,
Conductor of the English ’gainst the foe.
8.
The seas we launcht, but long we had not wau’d,
Vpon the deepe, when all our ships did scatter,
Proud Nereus fom’d, the sea lookt blacke and rau’d,
The billowes rude rouz’d into hils of water,
Cuffe after cuffe the earth’s greene bankes did batter,
Which with their force our scattered nauie bore
In great distresse about the Norway shore.