And when their lips did ouerlooke the waue,
For helpe cri’d out their loued liues to saue:
But they, alas, made weake, with losse of blood,
Sinking, poore soules, were strangled in the flood.
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To wreake such harmes with sharpned arrowes store,
Steele-headed iauelins, stones and singing darts,
We charg’d the bold defendants on the shore,
Which did impresse deepe wounds in their best harts,
And made the rest retire t’escape such smarts,