My Galley Charged with Forgetfulness
My galley charged with forgetfulness
      Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass
      'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, alas,
      That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;
And every oar a thought in readiness,
      As though that death were light in such a case.
      An endless wind doth tear the sail apace
      Of forced sighs, and trusty fearfulness
A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain,
      Hath done the wearied cords great hinderance;
      Wreathed with error and eke with ignorance,
The stars be hid that led me to this pain;
      Drowned is reason that should me consort,
And I remain despairing of the port.