Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Browne, of Tavistock. 1588–1643241. The Sirens’ Song
| STEER, hither steer your wingèd pines, | |
| All beaten mariners! | |
| Here lie Love’s undiscover’d mines, | |
| A prey to passengers— | |
| Perfumes far sweeter than the best | 5 |
| Which make the Phoenix’ urn and nest. | |
| Fear not your ships, | |
| Nor any to oppose you save our lips; | |
| But come on shore, | |
| Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more. | 10 |
| For swelling waves our panting breasts, | |
| Where never storms arise, | |
| Exchange, and be awhile our guests: | |
| For stars gaze on our eyes. | |
| The compass Love shall hourly sing, | 15 |
| And as he goes about the ring, | |
| We will not miss | |
| To tell each point he nameth with a kiss. | |
| —Then come on shore, | |
| Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more. | 20 |