Eare Powreful Neptune, that shak'st Earth in Ire; King of the great Greene, where dance All the Quire Of faire-hayr'd Helicon; giue prosperous Gales And good passe, to these Guiders of our sailes: Their Voyage rendring happily directed, And their Returne, with no ill Fate affected. Grant, likewise, at rough Mimas lowest rootes, (Whose strength, vp to her Tops, prærupt rocks shootes) My Passage safe arriuall; and that I My bashfull disposition may applie To Pious Men; and wreake my selfe vpon The Man whose verball circumuention In Me, did wrong, t'Hospitious Ioues whole state, And T'Hospitable Table violate.