Let not the water-flood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up. THE World's a sea; my flesh a ship that's mann'd With lab'ring thoughts, and steer'd by reason's hand: My heart's the seaman's card, whereby she sails; My loose affections are the greater sails; M The top-sail is my fancy; and the gusts, The anchor Hope, ne'er slipp'd but in our fears: The pump unus'd (but in extremes) and dry: Object the sands to my most serious view, Where the rocks lurk, and where the quicksands lie; Guard thou the gulf with love, my calms with care;. Cleanse thou my freight; accept my slender fare; Refresh the sea-sick passenger; cut short His voyage; land him in his wish'd-for port: Thou, thou, whom winds and stormy seas obey, That through the deep gav'st grumbling Isr❜el way, Say to my soul, be safe; and then mine eye Shall scorn grim death, although grim death stand by. O thou whose strength-reviving arm did cherish Thy sinking Peter, at the point to perish, Reach forth thy hand, or bid me tread the wave, I'll come, I'll come: the voice that calls will save. S. AMBROS. Apol. post. pro. David. Cap. iii. The confluence of lust makes a great tempest, which in this sea disturbeth the seafaring soul, that reason cannot govern it. S. AUGUST. Soliloq. Cap. xxxv. We labour in the boisterous sea: thou standest upon the shore and seest our dangers; give us grace to hold a middle course between Scylla and Charybdis, that, both dangers escaped, we may arrive at the port secure. EPIG. 11. My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts; O keep aloof: there's danger: Cast forth thy plummet; see, a rock appears; The ship wants sea-room; make it with thy tears. |