Ne did it then deserue a name to haue, vi Till that the venturous Mariner that way Learning his ship from those white rocks to saue, Which all along the Southerne sea-coast lay, Threatning vnheedie wrecke and rash decay, For safeties sake[766] that same his sea-marke made, And namd it _Albion_. But later day Finding in it fit ports for fishers trade, Gan more the same frequent, and further to inuade. But farre in land a saluage nation dwelt, vii Of hideous Giants, and halfe beastly men, That neuer tasted grace, nor goodnesse felt, But like wild beasts lurking in loathsome den, And flying fast as Roebucke through the fen, All naked without shame, or care of cold, By hunting and by spoiling liued then[767]; Of stature huge, and eke of courage bold, That sonnes of men amazd their sternnesse to behold. But whence they sprong, or how they were begot, viii Vneath is to assure; vneath to wene That monstrous error, which doth some assot, That _Dioclesians_ fiftie daughters shene Into this land by chaunce haue driuen bene, Where companing with feends and filthy Sprights, Through vaine illusion of their lust vnclene, They brought forth Giants and such dreadfull wights, As farre exceeded men in their immeasurd mights. They held this land, and with their filthinesse ix Polluted this same gentle soyle long time: That their owne mother loathd their beastlinesse, And gan abhorre her broods vnkindly crime, All were they borne of her owne natiue slime, Vntill that _Brutus_ anciently deriu’d From royall stocke of old _Assaracs_[768] line, Driuen by fatall error, here arriu’d, And them of their vniust possession depriu’d. But ere he had established his throne, x And spred his empire to the vtmost shore, He fought great battels with his saluage fone; In which he them defeated euermore, And many Giants left on groning flore; That well can witnesse yet vnto this day The westerne Hogh, besprincled with the gore Of mightie _Goëmot_, whom in stout fray _Corineus_ conquered, and cruelly did slay. And eke that ample Pit, yet farre renownd, xi For the large leape, which _Debon_ did compell _Coulin_ to make, being eight lugs of grownd; Into the which returning backe, he fell, But those three monstrous stones doe most excell Which that huge sonne of hideous _Albion_, Whose father _Hercules_ in Fraunce did quell, Great _Godmer_ threw, in fierce contention, At bold _Canutus_; but of him was slaine anon.