Sir John Davies (1570–1626)

FOR lo, the sea that fleets about the land!

And like a girdle clips her solid waist;

Music and measure both doth understand:

For his great crystal eye is always cast

Up to the moon, and on her fixèd fast:

And as she danceth in her pallid sphere

So danceth he about his centre here.

Sometimes his proud green waves in order set,

One after other flow unto the shore,

Which when they have with many kisses wet,

They ebb away in order as before;

And to make known his courtly love the more,

He oft doth lay aside his three-fork’d mace,

And with his arms the timorous earth embrace.