Rude Neptune cutting in, a cantle forth doth take;
And on the other side, Hayle’s vaster mouth doth make
A[60] chersonese thereof, the corner clipping in;
Where to th’industrious Muse the Mount doth thus begin:
‘Before thou further pass, and leave this setting shore,
‘Whose towns unto the saints that lived here of yore
‘(Their fasting, works and pray’rs, remaining to our shames)
‘Were rear’d, and justly call’d by their peculiar names,
‘The builders honour still; this due and let them have,
‘As deign to drop a tear upon each holy grave;