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Another Fiat shall haue no more daie. Soe violent yet longe thes Furies bee, That though thyne absence starue mee, I wish not thee Our storme is past and that stormes tyrannous rage A stupid calme but nothinge it doth swage The fable is inverted, and farr more A block afflicts now then,[sic] a storke before; Stormes chafe, and soone weare out them selus or vs In calmes heaven laughs to see vs languish thus As steddie, as I cann wish that my thoughts were Smooth as thy Mistresse glasse, or what shines there The Sea is now, and as those Iles which wee Seeke when wee cann moue, our Ships rooted bee. As water did in Stormes, now pitch rvns out As lead when a fird church becomes one spout: And all our beawtie and our trim̅ decaies Like Courts remouinge, or like eanded plaies. The fightinge place now Seamens raggs supplie, And all the tacklinge is A fripperie; Noe vse of Lanthornes. And in one place laie Feathers, and dust to daie, and yesterdaie Earths hollowness which the worlds lungs are Haue no more winde then the vpper valte of the aire Wee cann nor left freindes, nor sought foes discouer, >(or recover)< But meteor like saue that wee moue not houer Only the Calenture together drawes Deere freindes which meet dead in great fishes Iawes And on the hatches, as on Alters lies. [CW: Each] |
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