Tagus, fare well, that westward with thy stremis

Tagus, fare well, that westward with thy stremis,
Toms up the grayns of gold alredy tryd :
With spurr and sayle for I go seke the Temis,
Gaynward the sonne that showth her welthi pryd :
And to the town which Brutus sowght by dremis.
Like bendyd mone doth lend her lusty syd ;
My Kyng my Contry alone for whome I lyve :
Of myghty love the winges for this me gyve,