Thrice did she sink adown.

[…] that same mighty man of God, / That bloud-red billowes like a walled front / On either side disparted with his rod […]

Hand me that tool, would you?

You're pissed if someone sets too close to you and especially if he sets his net right along yours, corking you and intercepting the fish that seem headed to your own net. I was close to this guy's outside net, but definitely not corking him.