Knowing a better spirit doth use your ****
And in the praise thereof spends all his might
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
But since your worth wide as the ocean is
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear
My saucy bark inferior far to his
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or being wrack'd I am a worthless boat
He of tall building and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away
The worst was this my love was my decay
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