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PASSION. XXXV. (Book 35)
NEPTVNE the wrathfull EOLVS appease,
Call TRITON foorth to summon a retreyte,
Of raging stormes, which doe my rest disease,
How they beyond their limmits past repeate:
And though EOLVS may the windes encrease,
Yet tell them this, thou canst commaund the seas.
IOVE prince of all, stop greedie fortunes iawees,
Send MERCVRIE for to edict thy will,
And let her knowe sh•…•… hath transgresd thy lawes:
Which all the Gods are subiect to fulfill:
For though she spite and spend her bitter gall,
Giue her to knowe, that thou commaundest all.
What though she may wring poore SINETES minde,
The same to heale thou hast a salue in store,
Send patience to checke this Goddesse is blinde,
For all in vaine these sorrowes I deplore:
When hope is drown'd in slymie sudds of care,
And patient lies fast in furies snare.
The raging force of agues burning fits,
(With potions cold) doth yeilde at last to cure,
Eche thing extreame in time decreasing flits;
And patient may best my ease procure:
The sound (though weake) by foode recouer'th strength,
So may my sores obtaine some salue at length.