Loaden with blessings, and beware take heed
As the great grandame's son prepared for war,
Or as a widow's son, whose only joy
Hangs on the nuptials of her lusty boy.
Like as a pilot to some floating keel
When as the bustlers from old Æol's cave
1610On Neptune's furrowed back make it to reel,
And at his death shoot billow after wave:
So tossed in seas of grief Albino tied
His love's choice pinnace to Bardino's guide.