43.
This was the winde that set my ships on saile,
In forren shoares true honor to obtaine,
This was the prize, for which with prosperous gaile,
I plow’d my passage through the liquid maine
Vnto the Arctike pole, where Charles his waine
Fixt fast in heauen, his station there doth keepe
With other starres neare diuing to the deepe.
44.
And there in that cold iland Island call’d,