44.
In surgelesse seas of quiet rest, when I
Seauen yeares had sayl’d, a perrye did arise,
The blastes whereof abrig’d my liberty:
For whilste I dyd with busye brayne deuise
Them to destroy, which did my courte despise,
The boystrous blastes of hatred blewe a gale,
My cables crakte, my barke was bong’d with bale.
45.
For they (I meane the gentrie of my lande)