lay,
About the keel delighted dolphins play,
Too sure a sign of sea’s ensuing rage,
Which must anon this royal troop engage;
To whom soft sleep seems more secure and sweet,
Within the town commanded by our fleet. 
  These mighty peers placed in the gilded barge,
Proud with the burden of so brave a charge, 40
With painted oars the youths begin to sweep
Neptune’s smooth face, and cleave the yielding deep;
Which soon becomes the seat of sudden war
Between the wind and tide that fiercely jar. 
As when a sort[3] of lusty shepherds try
Their force at football, care of victory
Makes them salute so rudely breast to breast, 47
That their encounter seems too rough for jest;
They ply their feet, and still the restless ball,
Toss’d to and fro, is urged by them all: 
So fares the doubtful barge ’twixt tide and winds,
And like effect of their contention finds. 
Yet the bold Britons still securely row’d;
Charles and his virtue was their sacred load;
Than which a greater pledge Heaven could not give,
That the good boat this tempest should outlive. 
But storms increase, and now no hope of grace
Among them shines, save in the Prince’s face;
The rest resign their courage, skill, and sight,
To danger, horror, and unwelcome night. 60
The gentle vessel (wont with state and pride
On the smooth back of silver Thames to ride)
Wanders astonish’d in the angry main,
As Titan’s car did, while the golden rein
Fill’d the young hand of his adventurous son,[4]
When the whole world an equal hazard run
To this of ours, the light of whose desire
Waves threaten now, as that was scared by fire. 
Th’ impatient sea grows impotent, and raves,
That, night assisting, his impetuous waves 70
Should find resistance from so light a thing;
These surges ruin, those our safety bring. 
Th’ oppress’d vessel doth the charge abide,
Only because assail’d on every side;
So men with rage and passion set on fire,
Trembling for haste, impeach their mad desire.

The pale Iberians had expired with fear,
But that their wonder did divert their care,
To see the Prince with danger moved no more
Than with the pleasures of their court before; 80
Godlike his courage seem’d, whom nor delight
Could soften, nor the face of death affright. 
Next to the power of making tempests cease,
Was in that storm to have so calm a peace. 
Great Maro could no greater tempest feign,
When the loud winds usurping on the main,
For angry Juno labour’d to destroy
The hated relics of confounded Troy;
His bold Aeneas, on like billows toss’d
In a tall ship, and all his country lost, 90
Dissolves with fear; and both his hands upheld,
Proclaims them happy whom the Greeks had quell’d