Strond

A woman that wandring in our coaſtes hath bought A plot for price: where ſhe a citie ſet: To whom we gaue the ſtrond for to manure.

Yea this mans brow, like to a title leafe, Foretells the nature of a tragicke volume, So lookes the ſtrond, whereon the imperious floud, Hath left a witneſt vſurpation.

Baſſ[anio]. […] and her ſunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece, Which makes her ſeat of Belmont Cholchos ſtrond, And many Iaſons come in queſt of her.