text: My galley, charged with forgetfulness,
  Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass
  'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine en'my, alas,
  That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;
  And every owre a thought in readiness,
  As though that death were light in such a case.
  An endless wind doth tear the sail apace
  Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness.
  A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain,
  Hath done the weared cords great hinderance;
  Wreathed with error and eke with ignorance.
  The stars be hid that led me to this pain;
  Drowned is Reason that should me comfort,
  And I remain despairing of the port.