My heart is like a ship on Neptune's back; Thy beauty is the sea where my ship saileth; Thy frowns the surges are that threat my wrack, Thy smiles the winds that on my sails soft galeth. Long tossed betwixt fair hope and foul despair, My sea-sick heart, arrivéd on thy shore-- Thy love, I mean--begs that he may repair His broken vessel with thy bounteous store. Dido relieved Aeneas in distress, And lent him love, and gave to him her heart; If half such bounty thou to me express, From thy fair shore I never will depart, But thank kind fortune that my course did sort To suffer shipwreck on so sweet a port.