The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
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I. K. to his Friend H.
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I. K. to his Friend H.
The ship I saw but late beare loftie saile,And martch amid the waues of waters wilde:
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When I hir vewde so fast & firmely field.
With tempest tost his forste now saile to streeke,
And in hir prime doth houering harbor seeke.
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