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Chapter XI.
[verse 1 2 3] WHat he could haue a hart, what hart a thought
what thoght a tong, what tong a shew of fear
Hauing his ship balanste with such a fraught
Which calms the euer-weeping oceans tears:
Which prospers euery enterprise of warre,
And leades their fortune by good fortunes starre.
A Pilate on the seas, guide on the land,
Through vncouth desolate vntroden way,
Through wildernes of woe, which in woes stand,
Pitching their tents where desolation lay:
In iust reuenge incountring with their foes,
Annexing wrath to wrath, and blowes to blowes.
[verse 4] But when the heate of ouermuch alarmes,
Had made their bodies subiect vnto thurst,
And broyld their hearts, in wraths-allaying harmes,
With fiery surges which from body burst:
That time had made the totall summe of life,
Had not affection stroue to end the strife.
Wisedome affectionating power of zeale,
Did coole the passion of tormenting heate,
With water from a rocke which did reueale,
Her deare deare loue, placde in affections seate:
She was their mother twice, she nurst them twice,
Mingling their heat with cold, their fire with ice: