HASTE 1 homewardes, man; draw neerer to the shore: | |
| The skies doe scowle, the windes doe blow amaine; | |
| The raged rockes with rumbling noyse doe rore, | |
| The foggie clowdes doe threaten stormes of raine: | |
| Ech thing foreshowes a tempest is at hand; | 5 |
| Hoyst up thy sayles, and haste to happy land. | |
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| In worldly seaes thy silly ship is tost, | |
| With waues of woe besette on euery side, | |
| Blowne heere and there in daunger to bee lost: | |
| Darke clowdes of sinne doe cause thee wander wide: | 10 |
| Unlesse thy God pitie some on thee take, | |
| On rockes of rueth thou needes must shipwrack make. | |
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| Cut downe the mast of rancour and debate; | |
| Unfraight the shippe of all vnlawfull wares; | |
| Cast ouerboorde the packes of hoorded hate; | 15 |
| Pumpe out fowle vice, the cause of many cares; | |
| If that some leeke it make thee stand in doubt, | |
| Repentaunce serues to stoppe the water out. | |
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| Let God’s pure word thy line and compasse bee; | |
| And stedfast fayth vse thou in anckor’s steede: | 20 |
| Lament thy sinnes; then shalt thou shortly see | |
| That power diuine will helpe thee forth at neede. | |
| Fell Sathan is chiefe rular of these seaes— | |
| Hee seekes our wracke; hee doth these tempestes rayse. | |
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| In what wee may, let vs alwayes represse | 25 |
| The furious waues of lust and fond desire: | |
| A quiet calme our conscience shall possesse, | |
| If wee doe that which dutie doeth require: | |
| By godly life in fine obtaine wee shall | |
| The porte of blisse; to which God send vs all! | 30 |
