I me determynyd for to sharpe my pen,
Deuoutly arrectyng my prayer to Mynerue,
She to vowchesafe me to informe and ken;
To Mercury also hertely prayed I then,
Me to supporte, to helpe, and to assist,
To gyde and to gouerne my dredfull tremlyng[1694] fist.
As a mariner that amasid[1695] is in a stormy rage,
Hardly bestad and[1696] driuen is to hope 830
Of that the tempestuows[1697] wynde wyll aswage,