If harm befall that one, what comes of me?
Must I in beggary wander evermore,
Subsistence craving of cold charity?
How should I bear to think upon the day
When Fortune’s gifts were showered upon my head
Would not my misery more heavy weigh.
In view of happiness remembered?
Then let me rather trust my life also,
In that one ship where all my riches be,
That wheresoe’er she goeth I may go,