To his Mistres going to SEA.
Farewell, fair Saint!
Farewell, fair Saint! May not the Sea and Wind swell like the Hearts and
Eyes you leave behind; but calm and gentle as the Looks you bear, smile in your face, and whisper
in your ear. Let no bold Billow offer to arise, that it may never look upon your Eyes; lest wind and
wave, enamour'd of your form, should throng and crowd themselves into a Storm. But if it be your
Fate, vast Seas! to Love; of my becalmed breast learn how to move: Move then but in a gentler Lovers
pace; no furrows nor no wrinkles in your face: And ye fierce winds, see that you tell your
tale in such a breath as may but fill her Sail: So whilest ye court her each your sev'ral way,
ye may her safely to her Port convey; and lose but in a noble way of Wooing, whilest both contribute
to your own undoing.
