Darknesse did hide the chearefull face of heau’n,
Our ships disperst, were each from other driuen.
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T’encrease our feare, and make the night more grimme,
Through heau’n’s thicke clouds pale lightning still did flie,
Whose dazeling flash our mazed sight did dimme,
While the world’s soueraigne in the thickned skie,
Aboue our heads did thunder horriblie,
From whence his darts with sulphurie flash he threw,
Which brimstone-like did sauour as it flew.