Weary with serving where I naught could get,
I thought to cross great Neptune's greatest seas
To live in exile; but my drift was let
By cruel Fortune, spiteful of such ease.
The ship I had to pass in, was my mind;
Greedy desire was topsail of the same;
My tears were surges, sighs did serve for wind;
Of all my ship despair was chiefest frame.
Sorrow was master, care the cable rope;
Grief was the mainmast, Love the captain of it;
He that did rule the helm was foolish hope,
But beauty was the rock that my ship split,
Which since hath made such shipwreck of my joy,
That still I swim in th' ocean of annoy.