As governd those wise men that came from farre
To holy Bethlem; such lights had there bin,
They would have soone convay’d us to an inne;
But all were wandring-starrs; and wee, as they,
Were taught noe course, but to ride on and stray.
When (oh the fate of darknesse, who hath tride it)
Here our whole fleete is scatter’d and divided;
And now wee labour more to meete, then erst
Wee did to lodge; the last cry drownes the first:
Our voyces are all spent, and they that follow