Like As The Waves Make Towards The

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

A Wild Dedication Of Yourselves To Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores.

My Nature Is Subdued To What It Works In, Like The Dyer's Hand.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.

But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace. Rich She Shall Be, That's Certain; Wise, Or I'll None; Virtuous, Or I'll Never Cheapen Her; Fair, Or I'll Never Look On Her; Mild, Or Come Not Near Me; Noble, Or Not I For An Angel; Of Good Discourse, And Excellent Musician And Her Hair Shall Be Of What Colour It Shall Please God.