The course I there began, shall here be staid,
Sailes hoised there, stroke here, and anchors laid
60In Thames, which were at Tigrys, and Euphrates waide.
VII.
For the great soule which here amongst us now
Doth dwell, and moves that hand, and tongue, and brow,
Which, as the Moone the sea, moves us; to heare
Whose story, with long patience you will long;
65(For 'tis the crowne, and last straine of my song)
This soule to whom Luther, and Mahomet were