‘By multitudes of men yet over-prest at length,
‘His nobler uncle there, to his immortal name,
‘The city Turon built, and well endowed the same.
‘For Albion sailing then, th’ arrived quickly here
‘(O! never in this world men half so joyful were,
‘With shouts heard up to heaven, when they beheld the land!)
‘And in this very place where Totness now doth stand,
‘First set their Gods of Troy, kissing the blessed shore;
‘Then foraging this isle, long promis’d them before,
‘Amongst the ragged cliffs those monstrous giants fought,