In the Aegean dangerous sea of Love,
In midst of faithlesse waves and wicked winde,
Where (to my cost) most bitter brunts I prove,
A new Arion (there) my selfe I finde.
And though (as he) I play on Harpe, and sing,
Yet cannot cunning mine so high aspire,
As for to make the skipping fish mee bring
Unto that wished shore I so desire:
Onely my Laura (peerlesse for to see)
May in this troubled floud my Dolphin bee.