Erewhile restored, in Afric waters ride Sir Dudon's ships which did the paynims rout;
Whose prows (new miracle!) and poop, and side, As soon as all their sable crews are out, Are changed anew to leaves; which far and wide, Raised by a sudden breeze, are blown about;
And scattered in mid-air, like such light gear, Go eddying with the wind, and disappear.
