Amongst the surges of the fish-full skie,
Like mightie rockes from sight did hidden lie,
Whose brasse-arm’d sides such compasse did containe,
They seem’d to couer acres on the maine.
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Whoso had seene them on the gulphie flood,
He would haue thought some Delos now againe,
Some towne, some citie, or some desert wood,
Or some new vnkowne world from shores of Spaine
Launcht off to seas, had wandred on the maine,