"In this wide inland fea, that hight by name "The Idle Lake, my wandring fhip I row, That knowes her port, and thether fayles by "ayme, "Ne care ne feare I how the wind do blow, "Or whether swift I wend or whether flow: "Both flow and fwife alike do ferve my tourne: "Ne fwelling Neptune, ne loud-thundring love, "Can chaunge my cheare, or make me ever 66 mourne; "My litle boat can fafely paffe this perilous "bourne. “The lilly, lady of the flowring field, "The flowre-deluce, her lovely paramoure, "Bid thee to them thy fruitleffe labours yield, "And foone leave off this toylfome weary ftoure, "Loe, loe! how brave the decks her bounteous "boure, "With filken curtens and gold coverletts, "Therein to fhrowd her fumptuous belamoure; "Yet nether fpinnes nor cards, ne cares nor "fretts, "But to her mother Nature all her care fhe letts. XVII. "Why then doeft thou, O Man, that of them al "Art lord, and eke of Nature foveraine, Wilfully make thyfelfe a wretched thrall, "And waste thy ioyous howres in needleffe Sceking for daunger and adventure vaine? "What bootes it al to have and nothing use? "Who fhall him rew that, swimming in the "maine, |