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(2)Into the Silver Flood I launch'd; and fraughtMy Bark with Hope, the Parasite of thought:To Court my voyage tends;But Hope grew sick, and wish'd me feare,The Bark would split, that harbour'd thereTo trade for Friends.Wise Love, that sought a noble choyce,To tune my Harp, and raise my Voyce,Forbids my Pinnace rest;'Till I had cur'd weake Hope agin,By safely Anchoring withinEndimion's Brest.
(3)Endimion! who, with Numbers sweet can moveSoules (though untun'd) to such degrees of love;That Men shall sooner see,Th'inticed Needle disobeyThe tempting Adamant, than theyHis Poesie:

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