A promont jutting out into the dropping south,
That with his threatning cliffs in horrid Neptune’s mouth,
Derides him and his pow’r: nor cares how him he greets.
Next Roseland (as his friend, the mightier Menedge) meets
Great Neptune when he swells, and rageth at the rocks
(Set out into those seas) inforcing through his shocks
Those arms of sea that thrust into the tinny strand,
By their meandred creeks indenting of that land,
Whose fame by every tongue is for her minerals hurl’d,
Near from the mid-day’s point, thro’ out the western world.