This said, a waue, that neuer brake asunder, But mounting vp, as if with loftie frowne It view’d the working of the waters vnder, Came like a ruin’d mountaine falling downe, And with his weight the wretched ship did drowne, Which sinking, in the gulfe, did seeke her graue And neuer more appear’d aboue the waue. 273. Many more ships did perish in the deepe, Some downe from top of waues to sandie ground, All rent and torne the angrie surge did sweepe, Some the winde-turned water whirling round, In the blacke whirle-poole helplesse did confound, And some with boystrous billowes bruz’d and battred, In sunder split, aboue the waues were scattred. 274. The other ships, that huge of building were, Whose bulkes the billow could not beat asunder, And whom the furious storme perforce did beare Amongst the raging seas, now vp, now vnder, Though through the waues, they wrought it out with wonder, Yet many gainst the rockes the surge did beare, And with the fruitlesse sands some couered were. 275. Heere fiue at once round set with surging waters, Sticke fast in quick-sands, sinking more and more, There fiue againe the furious billow batters, Being hurried head-long with the south-west blore, In thousand pieces gainst great Albion’s shore, Whereby the fruitlesse waues tost to and fro, With fruits of ship-wracke euery where did flow. 276. Here one fast holding by the broken shiuers Of some wrackt ship, to heau’n lifts vp his eies, There drifting on the mast, one quakes and quiuers, Another heere his outstretcht armes applies By slight of swimming on the waues to rise; But all in vaine, the billowes breake in sunder Aboue their heads, and beate their bodies vnder. 277. Heere with sustentiue palmes themselues to saue, Two crawling vp a cliffe, one backe is borne By the next surge in seas to seeke his graue, The other by the billow rent and torne Vpon the ragged rocke, is left forlorne, Where in his luke-warme blood he sprawling lies, And th’haplesse food of hungrie fowles he dies. 278. The rest, that did the Irish coast obtaine, And had escap’d the furie of the flood, By those wilde people wofully were slaine, The Irish swift of feete, and flesht in blood, Who thicke vpon the shore together stood With deadly darts, to strike each foe-man dead; That 'boue the waue did beare his fainting head. 279.