Amidst the waues profound,
Farre farre from all reliefe,
The honest fisher, Craton, ah! is drownd
Into his litle skife;
The boords of which did serue him for a beare,
So that to the blacke world when hee came neare,
Of him no waftage greedie Charon got,
For hee in his owne boat
Did passe that floud by which the gods doe sweare.