William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
The Great AdventureWilliam Browne (c. 1590c. 1645)
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After long time and merry gales of wind,
Upon the place where their brave ship must land:
So wait I for the vessel of my mind.
Whose safe return will valued be at more
Than all the wealthy prizes which have crown’d
The golden wishes of an age before.
Th’ unvalued diamond of her sparkling eye
Wants in the treasures of all Europe’s kings;
And were it mine, they, nor their crowns should buy.
Run as rich veins of ore about the mould,
And are in sickness with a pale possess’d,
So true, for them I should disvalue gold.
Are of such power to hold, that as one day
Cupid flew thirsty by, he stoop’d to sip,
And fasten’d there could never get away.
When hers I taste; nor the perfumes of price,
Robb’d from the happy shrubs of Arabye,
As her sweet breath so powerful to entice.
Unto that wishèd traffic through the main,
My powerful sighs shall quickly drive thee on,
And then begin to draw thee back again.
It shall suffice I ventured at the best.