To AEolus Caue, commanding him with care,
              His prosperous winds, that he for her prepare,
              And from that howre, wherein shee takes the seas,
              Nature bring on the quiet Halcion dayes,
              And in that hower that bird begin her nest,
              Nay at that very instant, that long rest
              May seize on Neptune, who may still repose,
              And let that bird nere till that hower disclose,
              Wherein she landeth, and for all that space
              Be not a wrinkle seene on Thetis face, 30
              Onely so much breath with a gentle gale,
              As by the easy swelling of her saile,
The nearest May at *_Sebastians_ safely set her downe Harbour of Where, with her goodnes she may blesse the towne. Spaine.  If heauen in iustice would haue plagu’d by thee
              Some Pirate, and grimme Neptune thou should’st be
              His Executioner, or what is his worse,
              The gripple Merchant, borne to be the curse
              Of this braue Iland; let them for her sake,
              Who to thy safeguard doth her selfe betake, 40
              Escape vndrown’d, vnwrackt, nay rather let
              Them be at ease in some safe harbour set,
              Where with much profit they may vent their wealth
              That they haue got by villany and stealth,
              Rather great Neptune, then when thou dost raue,
              Thou once shouldst wet her saile but with a waue. 
                Or if some proling Rouer shall but dare,
              To seize the ship wherein she is to fare,
              Let the fell fishes of the Maine appeare,
              And tell those Sea-thiefes, that once such they were 50
              As they are now, till they assaid to rape
An Ile for Grape-crowned Bacchus in a striplings shape, the abundance That came aboard them, and would faine haue saild, of wine To vine-spread *_Naxus_ but that him they faild, supposed to Which he perceiuing, them so monstrous made, be the And warnd them how they passengers inuade. habitation Ye South and Westerne winds now cease to blow of Bachus.  Autumne is come, there be no flowers to grow,
              Yea from that place respire, to which she goes,
              And to her sailes should show your selfe but foes, 60
              But Boreas and yee Esterne windes arise,
              To send her soon to Spaine, but be precise,
              That in your aide you seeme not still so sterne,
              As we a summer should no more discerne,
              For till that here againe, I may her see,
              It will be winter all the yeare with mee.
Castor and Ye swanne-begotten lonely brother-stars,