The rough seas of sailing and finding love
Are thus vex'd with ill drifts and foulest weather
Sailor and lover turn to gods above
Still they are tossed and tossed such as a feather
Shall safe harbour be ever hit upon?
How many shipwrecks might one soul survive?
Is there any lifeline whereto hang on?
Can one swim to the shore and one day thrive?
No more than Neptune's and Venus' playthings
We lose vessel, goods and our petty labours
Yet we long and crave for what Fortune brings
Knowing full well she decides whom she favours
Is it silly to live in this hope, so?
Guess not, all men that live, I hope, live so.