Two Seafaring men invoak the Springs return I:

How doe the winds
Torment our minds
And storms stil rise
And Tempests rage
The foggy vapours mist the skies
Tel me what is't can this asswage. Z:

Arise and bring
To us our Spring
Great Phosphorus
And assure us
That those Damps are soe propostrous
Shall guive way to Yong Arturus Both:

Then we again
Shall on the main
Ride happily
As erst before
When as our Polestar we espye
To guide our Barkes unto the shore.

Til when through dout
We'l not put out
Least evry Tack
Should threaten knocks
And soe at last we prove a wrack
And split upon presumptions Rocks.