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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:
So 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
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
sorow and sad pensiuenesse.
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