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 of her course doth wander far astray.

5So I whose star, that wont with her bright ray

    me to direct, with cloudes is ouercast,

    doe wander now in darknesse and dismay,

    through hidden perils round about me plast.

Yet hope I well, that when this storme is past

10    my Helice the lodestar of my lyfe

    will shine again, and looke on me at last,

    with louely light to cleare my cloudy grief.

Till then I wander carefull comfortlesse,

    in secret sorrow and sad pensiuenesse.