He went to that great God’s dread kingdome’s bounds,

Who often chargeth on the clouds in skie,

Who cuffes the seas, who by his power confounds

High hils and mountaines, who doth terrifie

Euen the sad ghosts of Plutoe’s emperie;

He went to know what winde the fleet should wing,

That should confusion vnto England bring.

83.

O, vnremorsefull man! O, wretched wight!

Shame to thy selfe and thy posteritie,