Clarastella Together with Poems occasional, Elegies, Epigrams, Satyrs. By Robert Heath |
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To Clarastella in a storme at Sea.
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To Clarastella in a storme at Sea.
Be not afraid (fair Venus of the Sea)
These waves but haste to view thy Majestie;
Glad to receive thee thus in shoals they croud
With plaudities expressing joys aloud:
Neptune results and with his watry lip
Gladly saluteth that more happy ship
That bears so rich a treasure; knowing that
He a more precious gem did ne'r create:
Thus Triton and the Seagreen Gods do wear
Their fresh and best array when you appear;
As Virgins welcom spring; whereas before
With sad stil blackness they stood clouded o'r:
Thus the proud billows come but to admire,
To raise thy worth and thus advance thee higher;
While they obsequiously about you throng
To guard your person, not to do you wrong:
Thus they approach with pure affection
Offering their backs for you to ride upon;
Where if the waters troubled do appear
'Tis 'cause they in your brow suspect a fear.
You great Commandress both by Sea and Land,
Why should you then fear ought? at whose command
Rough Boreas and the Ocean doth obey,
And to its Queen thus tribute strives to pay.
These waves but haste to view thy Majestie;
Glad to receive thee thus in shoals they croud
With plaudities expressing joys aloud:
Neptune results and with his watry lip
Gladly saluteth that more happy ship
That bears so rich a treasure; knowing that
He a more precious gem did ne'r create:
Thus Triton and the Seagreen Gods do wear
Their fresh and best array when you appear;
As Virgins welcom spring; whereas before
With sad stil blackness they stood clouded o'r:
Thus the proud billows come but to admire,
To raise thy worth and thus advance thee higher;
While they obsequiously about you throng
To guard your person, not to do you wrong:
Thus they approach with pure affection
Offering their backs for you to ride upon;
Where if the waters troubled do appear
'Tis 'cause they in your brow suspect a fear.
You great Commandress both by Sea and Land,
Why should you then fear ought? at whose command
Rough Boreas and the Ocean doth obey,
And to its Queen thus tribute strives to pay.
I am this Ship tost in the waves of fear,
You the Pole-star by which I only steer:
Love the unskilful Pilot cannot sail
Homewards if you not blow a gentle gale
From your sweet Zephire breath and send relief,
'Twil suffer shipwrack in a Sea of grief.
In your smooth face let but a calm appear,
Both shal be happy and both free from fear.
You the Pole-star by which I only steer:
Love the unskilful Pilot cannot sail
Homewards if you not blow a gentle gale
From your sweet Zephire breath and send relief,
'Twil suffer shipwrack in a Sea of grief.
In your smooth face let but a calm appear,
Both shal be happy and both free from fear.
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