But eu’n that little good doth seas denie,
With angrie looke the heau’ns behold the maine,
Gust after gust the winged winds do flie
Vpon the waues, who puft with proud disdaine,
Will vs deuoure or driue vs backe againe:
As if too much they thought that little land
For him that late had kingdomes at command.
108.
Remorselesse waues haue we a kingdome lost,
And yet our barke do ye denie to bring