‘And th’ adverse (by a turn) doth from his cunning shift,
‘Their short-fetcht troubled breath a hollow noise doth make
‘Like bellows of a forge. Then Corin up doth take
‘The giant ’twixt the grains; and voiding of his hold
‘(Before his cumbrous feet he well recover could)
‘Pitcht headlong from the hill; as when a man doth throw
‘An axtree, that with slight deliver’d from the toe
‘Roots up the yielding earth; so that his violent fall
‘Strook Neptune with such strength, as shoulder’d him withal;
‘That where the monstrous waves like mountains late did stand,