ABSTRACT
May all thy rage, like theirs, unconstant prove! And so it will, if there be power in love.
55 Know’st thou not yet what dangers ships sustain: So often wrecked, how dar’st thou tempt the main? Which, were it smooth, were every wave asleep, Ten thousand forms o f death are in the deep. In that abyss the gods their vengeance store
60 For broken vows o f those who falsely swore. There winged storms on sea-born Venus wait To vindicate the justice o f her state. Thus I to thee the means o f safety show, And, lost myself, would still preserve my foe.
