Epigram 2 (Porus when first he ventred for a prize,)

Porus when first he ventred for a prize,
Desirde safe conduct but to yonder shoare:
When he ariude and spedd his merchandize,
Sea, bring me home againe, I aske no more.
And yet a second course he vndertakes.
And steeling leaue for gayne which is so deare,
A third and fourth aduenture yet he makes,
And vsde to danger now, forgets to feare.
Ye windes and seas where are your blasts & waues,
With which ye seale and open the great deepe?
Porus contemneth you as captiue slaues,
And saith you are his prisoners vnder keepe.
Like Xerxes he hath Neptune fast in flockes,
And like Vlysses, AEolus in a boxe.