Sketch Third
Rock Rodondo––––––––
"For they this hight the Rock of vile Reproach,
A dangerous and dreadful place,
To which nor fish nor fowl did once approach,
But yelling meaws with sea-gulls hoars and bace
And cormoyrants with birds of ravenous race,
Which still sit waiting on that dreadful clift."
"With that the rolling sea resounding soft
In his big base them fitly answered,
And on the Rock, the waves breaking aloft,
A solemn meane unto them measured."
"Then he the boteman bad row easily,
And let him heare some part of that rare melody."
"Suddeinly an innumerable flight
Of harmefull fowles about them fluttering cride, And with their wicked wings them oft did smight
And sore annoyed, groping in that griesly night."
"Even all the nation of unfortunate
And fatal birds ab
