THOMAS FLATMAN

But when his next companions say

' How does he do ? What hopes ? ' shall turn away,

Answering only, with a lift-up hand

' Who can his fate withstand I '

Then shall a gasp or two do more Than e'er my rhetoric could before: Persuade the world to trouble me no more!

��CHARLES SACKVILLE, EARL OF DORSET 408. Song

Written at Sea, in the First Dutch War (l66f), the night before an Engagement.

HPO all you ladies now at land

• We men at sea indite ;

But first would have you understand

How hard it is to write : The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you With a fa, la, la, la, la.

For though the Muses should prove kind,

And fill our empty brain, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind

To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea

With a fa, la, la, la, la.

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