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 And clapt on all his other sayles bycause no wind should waast. Scarce full t'one half, (or sure not much above) the shippe had ronne Uppon the sea and every way the land did farre them shonne, When toward night the wallowing waves began to waxen whyght, And eeke the heady easterne wynd did blow with greater myght, Anon the Mayster cryed: Strike the toppesayle, let the mayne Sheate flye and fardle it to the yard. Thus spake he, but in vayne, For why so hideous was the storme uppon the soodeine brayd, That not a man was able there to heere what other sayd. And lowd the sea with meeting waves extreemely raging rores. Yit fell they to it of them selves. Sum haalde asyde the Ores: Sum fensed in the Gallyes sydes, sum downe the sayleclothes rend: Sum pump the water out, and sea to sea ageine doo send. Another hales the sayleyards downe. And whyle they did eche thing Disorderly, the storme increast, and from eche quarter fling The wyndes with deadly foode, and bownce the raging waves togither. The Pilot being sore dismayd sayth playne, he knowes not whither To wend himself, nor what to doo or bid, nor in what state Things stood. So huge the mischeef was, and did so overmate All arte. For why of ratling ropes, of crying men and boyes, Of flusshing waves and thundring ayre, confused was the noyse. The surges mounting up aloft did seeme to mate the skye, And with theyr sprinckling for to wet the clowdes that hang on hye. One whyle the sea, when iirom the brink it raysd the yellow sand, Was like in colour to the same. Another whyle did stand A colour on it blacker than the Lake of Styx. Anon It lyeth playne and loomethwhyght with seething froth thereon. And with the sea the Trachin shippe ay alteration tooke. One whyle as from a mountaynes toppe it seemed downe to looke To vallyes and the depth of hell. Another whyle beset With swelling surges round about which neere above it met, It looked from the bottom of the whoorlepoole up aloft As if it were from hell to heaven. A hideous flusshing oft The waves did make in beating full against the Gallyes syde. The Gallye being striken gave as great a sownd that tyde As did sumtyme the Battellramb of steele, or now the Gonne In making battrye to a towre. And as feerce Lyons ronne