When his huge Monsters, Icy Isles, disdaining
His sovereignty, and the Sun’s hot violence,
Muster upon those watery plains, for war,
Continual war; and wheresoe’er they rush
Make winds and waves give back, till, in the shock,
Crashing and rending their congealed sides,
They split themselves with their own massiness.
FRAGMENT.
But who is He shall put his daring hand