He sinks, and would with him draw down his load;
But that himself the madman's arms upbear:
With sinewy arms and either palm he rowed, And puffed and blew the brine before; the air Breathed softly, and the water gently flowed;
And well was needed weather more than fair:
For if the waters yet a little rise, Whelmed by the waxing tide Orlando dies.