The sea’s proud waues haue ouerrun my lands,
Which did of yore by Sandwich hauen lie,
Where now bound vp in Neptune’s watrie bands,
They at this day are called Godwin sands,
And since are made of pasture-springing-ground,
A dangerous gulfe the sea-man to confound.
61.
Thus for prince Alfred’s blood, which I did shed,
Ioue in the tempest of his wrathfull mood,
Powr’d downe his wracke vpon my wretched hed: