A meditation on boyes swimming with bladders.

SEe what extreame delight some boyes have tooke
Playing the wantons in some gliding brooke
Vpon their bladders tumbling up and downe
Though ne're so deepe, in spight of Neptunes frowne:
They seldome learne to swimme: doe but unlincke
Them from their bladders, then they quickely sincke,
This Worlds a tossing Sea, fild to the brim
With waves, where ev'ry man doth sincke or swim,
These Bladderd Lads are such that still rely
Vpon the creature, which gone, by and by
Their drooping spirits faile: the faithfull man
Is he that swims aright, and alwaies can
Support himselfe, and with his art outbraves
The fretfull Sea, though fild with angry waves:
Lord give me faith, that I may still depend
On thee, and sw, what ever stormes thou send.