My galy charged with forgetfulnes

My galy charged with forgetfulnes,
Thorrough sharpe sees, in wynter nyghtes doeth pas,
Twene Rock and Rock : and eke myn enemy, alas,
That is my Lorde, sterith with cruelnes.

And every owre a thought in redines :
As tho that deth were light in suche a case;
An endles wynd doeth tere the sayll a pase,
Of forced sightes and trusty ferefulnes.

A rayn of teris : a clowde of derk disdain,
Hath done the wered cordes great hinderaunce :
Wrethed with error and eke with ignoraunce.

The starres be hid that led me to this pain :
Drowned is reason that should me comfort :
And I remain dispering of the port.