Classic Poem

VI

I now could glory in my powers
  And, in pretence
  Of my suspence,
Revenge, by kissing those
Twins, that Natures pride disclose,
My languishing, and tedious hours.

VII

Yet I'l not triumph; but, since shee
  Will, that I go
  Thus wrapt in wo,
I'l tempt my prouder Fate
T' improve my estimate,
And justle with my Destinie.

VIII

As well I may, thus being sure,
  Whether on Land
  I firmly stand;
Or Fortunes footsteps trace,
Ore Neptunes foamy face.
Mischance to conquer, or endure.

IX

If on a swelling wave I ride,
  When Æolus
  His windes lets loos,
Those windes shall silent lie,
And moist Orion drie
By virtue of this charming Guide.

X

Or, if I hazard in a field,
  Where danger is
  The sole Mistris,
Where Death in all his shapes,
Commits his horrid rapes,
And hee, that but now slew, is kill'd;