The Louer to the Thems of London to fauor his Ladie passing thereon

THou stately Streame yt with the swelling Tide
Gainst London walles incessantly dost beate,
Thou Thems (I say) where barge & bote doth ride,
And snowhite Swans do fish for néedefull meate:
When so my Loue of force, or pleasure shall
Flit on thy floud as custome is to do:
Séeke not with dread hir courage to appall,
But calme thy tyde, and smoothly let it go:
As shée may ioy, arriude to siker shore
To passe the pleasant streame she did before.
To weltre vp and furge in wrathfull wise,
(As did the floud where Helle drenched was,)
Would but procure defame of thee to rise:
Wherefore let all such ruthlesse rigor passe,
So wish I that thou mayst with bending side
Haue powre for aye in woonted goulfe to glide.