More spitefully the wind on the third day Blows, and the sea more yeasty billows rears:
The fore-mast by the first is borne away, The rudder by the last, with him who steers.
Better than steel that man will bide the assay, -- Of marble breast -- who has not now his fears.
Marphisa, erst so confident 'mid harms, Denied not but that day she felt alarms.