Like as a ship,that through the ocean wide,
By conduct of some star doth make her way,
Whenas a storm hath dimmed her trusty guide,
Out of her course doth wander far astray;
So I,whose star,that wont with her bright ray
Me to direct,with clouds is overcast,
Do wander now,in darkness and dismay,
Through hidden perils round about me placed;
Yet hope I well that,when this storm is past,
My Helicé,the lodestar of my life,
Will shine again,and look on me at last,
With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief:
Till then I wander care-full,comfortless,
In secret sorrow,and sad pensiveness.