Sunnet 34

Lyke as a ship that through the ocean wyde,

By conduct of some star doth make her way,

Whenas a storme hath dimd her trusty guyde,

Out if her course doth wander far astray.

So I whose star, that wont with her bright ray,

Me to direct, with cloudes is overcast,

Doe wander now in darkness and dismay,

Through hidden perils round about me plast.

Yet hope I well, that when this storm is past

My Helice, the lodestar of my lyfe

Will shine again, and looke on me at last,

With lovely light to cleare my cloudy grief.

Till then I wander carefull comfortlesse,

In secret sorrow and sad pensivenesse.

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