For if I were dispatch’de in this desire,
The feare were gone, of blacke infernall fire.
O Gods of Seas, and cause of blustring winde,
Thou Æolus and Neptune to I say,
Why did you let my Barke sutch fortune finde,
That safe to shore I came by any way?
Why brake yee not, agaynst some Rocke or Bay,
The keele, the sterne, or els blew downe the Mast,
By whose large sayles through surging seas I past?
Had these things hapt, I had not seene this houre,