The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
The Arbor of Amitie | ||
H. to his Friend K.
Though blustring blasts cause ship, to harber hastTo whome the Seas with rigrus rage threates wrack,
Whose cables cut & ankers worne & wast,
Is forste streeke sayle in this so great a lack.
When Neptune yet with mightie Mase in hande,
Shall stay the surge of furious foming flood:
This ship repairde may safely saile to land,
Nought dreding Eolus breth that was so wood.
So Howell hopes his howlk such port shall finde,
When stormes be past as wil content his minde.
The Arbor of Amitie | ||