Is there a name like Talbot, which a showre
Can force from every eye? And hath even powre
To alter natures course? How else should all
Runne wilde with mourning, and distracted fall:
Th' illiterate vulgar in a well tun'd breath,
Lament their losse, and learnedly chide death,
For its[28] bold rape, while the sad Poets song
Is yet unheard, as if griefe had no tongue.
Th'amaz'd marriner having lost his way
In the tempestuous desart of the Sea,