XXXI.

Into an embrion fish, our Soule is throwne,

And in due time throwne out againe, and growne

To such vastnesse as, if unmanacled

From Greece, Morea were, and that by some

Earthquake unrooted, loose Morea swome, 305

Or seas from Africks body had severed

And torne the hopefull Promontories head,

This fish would seeme these, and, when all hopes faile,

A great ship overset, or without faile

Hulling, might (when this was a whelp) be like this whale. 310

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