The Book of Dust: La Belle Sauvage

Now strike your sails yee jolly Mariners,

For we be come into a quiet rode,

Where we must land some of our passengers,

And light this weary vessel of her lode.

Here she a while may make her safe abode,

Till she repaired have her tackles spent,

And wants supplied. And then againe abroad

On the long voyage whereto she is bent:

Well may she speede and fairely finish her intent.

EDMUND SPENSER, THE FAERIE QUEENE, 1 XII 42