GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.6.1-3.6.20 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.6.1-3.6.20

Thy course, thy noble course a while forbear,I am in haste now going to my dear!Thy banks how rich, thy stream how worthy praiseAlas, my haste ! sweet river, let me pass.No bridges here, no ferry, not an oar,Or rope to haul me to the farther shore !I have remember'd thee a little one,Who now with all this flood com'st blund'ring down.Did I refuse my sleep, my wine, my friend,To spur along, and must I here attend ?No art to help me to my journey's end!Ye Lapland powers, make me so far a witch,I may astride get over on a switch.Or, for some griffin, or that flying horse,Or any monster to assist my course;I wish his art that mounted to the moon,In shorter journey would my job be done.Why rave I for what crack-brain'd bards devise,Or name their lewd unconscionable lies ?Good river, let me find thy courtesy,