If it is hardly Shakespearean music, yet it is not devoid of interest.
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The Seas did rage, the windes did blowe, Distressed were they then; Their shippe did leake, her tacklings breake, In daunger were her men; But heaven was pylotte in this storme, And to an Iland neare, Bermoothawes called, conducted them, Which did abate their feare.
Using the ship's boats they got to shore, though with toil and danger.
Here they found no sprites nor demons, nor even men, but a fair, half-tropical verdure and, running wild, great numbers of swine.
And then on shoare the iland came Inhabited by hogges, Some Foule and tortoyses there were, They only had one dogge, To kill these swyne, to yield them foode, That little had to eate.
Their store was spent and all things scant, Alas! they wanted meate.
They did not, however, starve.
A thousand hogges that dogge did kill Their hunger to sustaine.
Ten months the Virginia colonists lived among the "still-vex'd Bermoothes." The Sea Adventure was but a wreck pinned between the reefs.
No sail was seen upon the blue water.

Where they were thrown, there Gates and Somers and Newport and all must stay for a time and make the best of it.

They builded huts and thatched them, and they brought from the wrecked ship, pinned but half a mile from land, stores of many kinds.

The clime proved of the blandest, fairest; with fishing and hunting they maintained themselves.