‘Whose charity and zeal, instead of knowledge stood:
‘For surely in themselves they were right simply good.
‘If credulous too much, thereby th’ offended heaven,
‘In their devout intents yet be their sins forgiven.’
Then from his rugged top the tears down trickling fell;
And in his passion stirr’d, again began to tell
Strange things, that in his days time’s course had brought to pass:
That forty miles now sea, sometimes firm fore-land was;
And that a forest then, which now with him is flood,
Whereof he first was call’d the Hoar-rock in the wood;