Teaching the deepe to know her milde command.
98.
Her winged barkes, like sea-nymphes in their flight,
The aged sea-god’s daughter safely bore,
Whose nimble dance the deepe did so delight,
That 'bout their bosomes sweeping by the shore
The siluer waues did play with wanton rore,
Thinking themselues releas’d from yoke of Spaine,
Whose gold-heap’d mountaines did oppresse the maine.
99.