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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXXV. Like to the shipman, in his brittle boat
William Smith (fl. 1596)
LIKE to the shipman, in his brittle boat,
Tossed aloft by the unconstant wind;
By dangerous rocks and whirling gulfs doth float,
Hoping, at length, the wishèd Port to find:
  So doth my love in stormy billows sail,        5
And passing the gaping SCYLLA’s waves,
In hope at length with CHLORIS to prevail;
And win that prize which most my fancy craves.
  Which unto me of value will be more
Than was that rich and wealthy Golden Fleece;        10
Which JASON stout, from Colchos island bore,
With wind in sails, unto the shore of Greece,
  More rich, more rare, more worth her love I prize;
  Than all the wealth which under heaven lies.

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