Caelica, Sonnet LVIII

WHo euer sailes neere to Bermuda coast,
Goes hard aboord the Monarchy of Feare,
Where all desires (but Lifes desire are lost,
For wealth and fame put off their glories there.

Yet this Ile poyson-like, by mischiefe knowne,
Weanes not desire from her sweet nurse, the Sea;
But vnseene showes vs where our hopes be sowne,
With woefull signes declaring ioyfull way.
For who will seeke the wealth of Westerne Sunne,
Oft by Bermuda's miseries must runne.

Who seekes the God of Loue, in Beauties skye,
Must passe the Empire of confused Passion,
Where our desires to all but Horrors die,
Before that ioy and peace can take their fashion.

Yet this faire Heauen, that yeelds this Soule-despaire,
Weanes not the heart from his sweet God, Affection;
But rather shewes vs what sweet ioyes are there,
Where constancy is seruant to perfection.
Who Caelica's chast heart then seeks to moue,
Must ioy to suffer all the woes of Loue.