| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Zepheria | | Canzon 39. And now, thou winged Ambassador of Wonder! | | Anonymous |
| | | AND now, thou winged Ambassador of Wonder! | |
| Liberal dispenser of reproachful act! | |
| Who never whisperest, but in a voice of thunder! | |
| Explor’st what secrecy would fain have darked! | |
| “Tell my ZEPHERIA! (sith thou nill be silenced!) | 5 |
| My hopes on her calm smiles did them embark; | |
| Whose sunny shine seemed to have licensed | |
| From them, all fear of tempest, or of wreck. | |
| Now, on the shelf of her brows’ proud disdain, | |
| A harbour, where they looked for asile, | 10 |
| The pilot who, ’fore now, did expect rain, | |
| His bark in seas are all ydrenched, alack the while! | |
| Tell if, at least, she all, through fear, excordiate, | |
| Command thee not to peace, ere thou exordiate!” | | | | |
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