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AFter long
stormes and tempests sad assay,
Which hardly I
endured heretofore:
in dread of death and daungerous
dismay,
with which my silly barke was tossed sore.
I doe at length descry the happy shore,
in which
I hope ere long for to arryue,
fayre soyle it seemes
from far & fraught with store
of all that deare and
daynty is alyue.
Most happy he that can at last
atchyue,
the ioyous safety of so sweet a rest:
whose least delight sufficeth to depriue,
remembrance of all paines which him opprest.
All
paines are nothing in respect of this,
all sorrowes
short that gaine eternall blisse.
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