Classic Poem

Like as the tide that comes from th' Ocean main,
Flows up the Shenan with contrary force,
And overruling him in his own rayne,
Drives back the current of his kindly course,
And makes it seem to have some other source:
But when the flood is spent, then back again
His borrowed waters forced to redisbourse,
He sends the sea his own with double gain,
And tribute eke withal, as to his Souveraine.
Thus did the battle vary to and fro . . .