But as in safetie passage for to make,
He with his host by Seuerne’s coast did scowre,
Heau’ns cloudie mountaines brake, and many a showre
Through darksome aire, from heau’ns wide floud-gates fel,
Which made the wombe of raging Seuerne swel.
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The shores did shrinke, the lustie waues did grow,
Trees hid their heads, dumbe beasts on hilles were drown’d,
Infants in cradles wandred to and fro:
Yea those that of the floud stroue to win ground,