To my louing Friend Iohn Taylor.
Ferris
gaue cause of vulgar wonderment,
When vnto Bristow in a boat he went;
Another with his Sculler ventured more,
That row'd to Flushing from our English shoare.
Another did deuise a woodden Whale,
Which vnto Callice did from Douer saile,
Another with his Oares and slender Wherry,
From London vnto Antwerpe o're did Ferry.
Another maugre fickle fortunes teeth,
Rowed hence to Scotland and arriu'd at Leeth.
But thou hast made all these but triuiall things,
That from the Tower thy watry Sculler brings
To Hellicon: most sacred in account,
And so arriued at Pernassus Mount:
And backe return'd Laden with Poets wit,
With all the Muses hands to witnesse it;
Who on their Sculler doth this praise bestow,
Not such another on the Thames doth row.
Thy louing Friend, Sam: Rowlands.
