523Good Helicon that stayde at home,

524Not to eate Hony like a Drone,

525From others labours; for though he striue

526To killen bad, keepe good aliue:

527And to fulfill his prince desire,

528Sau'd one of all that haps in Tyre:

529How Thaliart came full bent with sinne,

530And had intent to murder him;

531And that in Tharsis was not best,

532Longer for him to make his rest:

533He doing so, put foorth to Seas;

534Where when men been, there's seldome ease,

535For now the Wind begins to blow,

536Thunder aboue, and deepes below,

537Makes such vnquiet, that the Shippe,

538Should house him safe; is wrackt and split,

539And he (good Prince) hauing all lost,

540By Waues, from coast to coast is tost:

541All perishen of man, of pelfe,

542Ne ought escapend but himselfe;

543Till Fortune tir'd with doing bad,

544Threw him a shore, to giue him glad:

545And heere he comes: what shall be next,

546Pardon old Gower, this long's the text.

548Peri. Yet cease your ire you angry Starres of heauen,

549Wind, Raine, and Thunder, remember earthly man

550Is but a substaunce that must yeeld to you:

551And I (as fits my nature) do obey you.