A steepe cloud-kissing rocke, whose horned crowne
With proud imperiall looke beholds the maine,
Where Seuern’s dangerous waues run roling downe
From th’Holmes into the seas, by Cardiffe towne,
Whose quicke deuouring sands so dangerous been
To those, that wander Amphytrite’s greene.
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As there we stood, the countrie round we ey’d
To view the workmanship of nature’s hand,
There stood a mountaine, from whose weeping side