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Thou, God of winds, that reignest in the seas. That reignest also in the continent At last blow up some gentle gale of ease. The which may bring my ship, ere it be rent. Unto the gladsome port of her intent. --SPENSER.
During the winter and the untoward late spring, Richard had endured his captivity. The warm happy summer season, calling all nature to a jubilee, at first saddened, then animated him to contrive new projects of escape. The promised interview with his White Rose tempted him to delay; while an inner spirit rebelled even against this dear enticement, and bade him fly.