I flamed amazement: [sometime] I’ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
I. 2. 200 The yards and [bowsprit], would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove’s [lightnings], the precursors
[O’ the] dreadful [thunder-claps], more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
205 [Seem] to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his [dread] trident shake.
Pros.