Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down [stinking] pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin’s [cheek],
5 Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer’d
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble [creature] in her,
Dash’d all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish’d!
10 Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere