Of health, whereto the ribs of mirth are wed:
And knit, with beams and knees of strength, a bed
For decks of purity, her floor and ceil.
Upon her masts, Adventure, Pride, and Zeal,
To fortune’s wind the sails of purpose spread:
And at the prow make figured maidenhead
O’erride the seas and answer to the wheel.
And let him deep in memory’s hold have stor’d
Water of Helicon: and let him fit
The needle that doth true with heaven accord: