Neptune as if he did intend t’haue pray’d
On my late chosen loue, began t’inuade
My blacke fleete’s wooden walles, which he did batter
With bounding billowes of his rough rouz’d water.
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Tempestuous winds, whose swelling cheekes did draw
The louring clouds full burthened with blacke showers,
Flew on the waues, which breaking with the flaw,
Foaming white froth, did rise like loftie towers,
In roring traine, trooping vp all their powers,