Sonet 55

I enuie Neptune oft, not that his hands Did build that loftie Ilions stately towers, Nor that he Emperour of the liquid pow'rs, Doth brooke a place amongst the immortall bands, But that embracing her whom I loue best, As Achilous with Alcides once, Still wrestling with the riuall earth he grones, For earnestnes t'ouerflow her happie nest: Thus would he barre me from her presence still, For when I come afield, he fann'd my sailes, With mild Zephires faire yet prosprous gailes, And like t'Vlysses gaue me wind at will: But when I would returne, O what deceit, With tumbling waues thou barr'st the glassie gate!