Of creatures spoil the earth, their fatal threads untwist.
For Phœbus' gladsome rays were wishèd for in vain,
And with her quivering light Latona's daughter fair;
And Charles' Wain eke refused to be the shipman's guide.
On Neptune, war was made by Æolus and his train.
Who letting loose the winds, tost and tormented th'air,
So that on every coast, men shipwreck did abide,
Or else were swallowed up in open sea with waves:
And such as came to shore were beaten with despair.
The Medway's silver streams that wont so still to slide,