II.

After, at sea, a tall ship did appeare, Made all of heben and white yvorie; The sailes of golde, of silk the tackle were; Milde was the winde, calme seemed the sea to bee, The skie eachwhere did show full bright and faire. With rich treasures this gay ship fraighted was;

But sudden storme did so turmoyle the aire, And tumbled up the sea, that she (alas!) Strake on a rock that under water lay, And perished past all recoverie. O! how great ruth and sorrowful assay Doth vex my spirite with perplexitie, Thus in a moment to see lost and drown’d So great riches, as like cannot be found.