Beat on, proud billows; Boreas, blow;
  Swell, curlèd waves, high as Jove’s roof;
Your incivility doth show
  That innocence is tempest proof;
Though surly Nereus frown, my thoughts are calm;
Then strike, Affliction, for thy wounds are balm.

That...

When Love with unconfinèd wings
  Hovers within my gates,
And by divine Althea brings
  To whisper at my grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair
  And fettered with her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air
  Know no such liberty.

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