Polox begot So oft auspicious to poore Mariners, by Ioue on Ye twin-bred lights of louely Leda’s brood, Leda in the Ioues egge-borne issue smile vpon the flood, 70 forme of a And in your mild’st aspect doe ye appeare Swanne.  A To be her warrant from all future feare. constellation And if thou ship that bear’st her, doe proue good, ominous to May neuer time by wormes, consume thy wood Mariners.  Nor rust thy iron, may thy tacklings last,
              Till they for reliques be in temples plac’t;
              Maist thou be ranged with that mighty Arke,
              Wherein iust Noah did all the world imbarque,
              With that which after Troyes so famous wracke,
              From ten yeares trauell brought Vlisses backe, 80
              That Argo which to Colchos went from Greece,
              And in her botome brought the goulden fleece
              Vnder braue Iason; or that same of Drake,
              Wherein he did his famous voyage make
              About the world; or Candishes that went
              As far as his, about the Continent. 
                And yee milde winds that now I doe implore,
              Not once to raise the least sand on the shore,
              Nor once on forfait of your selues respire: 
              When once the time is come of her retire, 90
              If then it please you, but to doe your due,
              What for these windes I did, Ile doe for you;
              Ile wooe you then, and if that not suffice,
              My pen shall prooue you to haue dietyes,
              Ile sing your loues in verses that shall flow,
              And tell the storyes of your weale and woe,
              Ile prooue what profit to the earth you bring,
              And how t’is you that welcome in the spring;
              Ile raise vp altars to you, as to show,
              The time shall be kept holy, when you blow. 100
              O blessed winds! your will that it may be,
              To send health to her, and her home to me.

To my most dearely-loued friend HENERY REYNOLDS Esquire, of Poets & Poesie

  My dearely loued friend how oft haue we,

In winter evenings (meaning to be free,)
To some well-chosen place vs’d to retire;
And there with moderate meate, and wine, and fire,
Haue past the howres contentedly with chat,
Now talk of this, and then discours’d of that,
Spoke our owne verses ’twixt our selves, if not
Other mens lines, which we by chance had got,
Or some Stage pieces famous long before,
Of which your happy memory had store; 10
And I remember you much pleased were,
Of those who liued long agoe to heare,
As well as of those, of these latter times,