Good ANDREW HILL, thy pains were great! Shall I prefer this to your skill: No, no! 'twas GOD that did you guide! But, pray! you did no doubt, each hour, O gallant minds and venturous bold! That three men hath this voyage done, But now we may behold and view Let monstrous Papists spit their fill! Hath silly wherry done the deed, Doubtless the LORD, her pilot was! 166 SONG ON FERRIS'S VOYAGE TO BRISTOL. [use Well, FERRIS, now, the game is thine! So shall thy store increase, no doubt; I end with prayers to the LORD, J. Sargent, 1590. Say, "LORD, preserve Her Grace from teen! JAMES SARGENT. FINIS. The Occasion of the private Impression of this Elegy. Omnibus ad quos pervenerit. O PREVENT [anticipate] those that would else be inquisitive after my intent in the dispersing of this Elegy among my private friends; I have left this Preface to inform them, that after my liberty seemed to add a period to my troubles, and I, thinking the worst past, had afresh settled myself to some serious study: wanting consideration to foresee at first what was expedient for him to be furnished withal, that would compass so great a business, as my Phantasy had begun; I was forced to wrestle with so many lets and discouragements in my fortune, that, with all my endeavours, the best forwardness I could bring it unto was, that I had gotten together a confused heap of some materials, necessary for such a structure as I had already fashioned in my brain. Yet despairing not, but comforting myself with hope, that I should, notwithstanding all disadvantages, one day, be able to set together in a uniform building, what my Invention had yet drawn to nothing but an undigested Pile of different matters; I still added something more to that chaos of conceits; such as I deemed necessary either to strengthen or adorn. Which, whilst I was so busied about, that I almost seemed wholly to forget the looking to my estate; Providence, a friend |