Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. - Edmund Spenser

Through thicke and thin, both over banke and bush In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke.

Hark, how the cheerful birds do chaunt their lays, and carol of love's praise.

Huge sea of sorrow, and tempestuous griefe,
Wherein my feeble barke is tossed long,
Far from the hoped hauen of reliefe,
Why doe thy cruel billowes beat so strong,
And thy moyst mountaines each on others throng,
Threatening to swallow vp my fearfull lyfe?