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To Endimion Porter,
passing to Court to him,
by water.
Ode.
(1)
The truth and wisdome of your Compasse boast
(Dull Men of th'Sea!) when you the flow'rie Coast
Have reach'd, to which you steere;
Thinke then, those Clouds are shrunke againe,
That swell'd, as if they hoorded Rayne
For all the Yeare.
Thinke then, those ruder Winds are dumbe,
That would endevour Stormes to come;
And that the Rocks no more
(As they were wont) shall hide themselves,
To practise mischiefe on the Shelves
So neere the shore.
The truth and wisdome of your Compasse boast
(Dull Men of th'Sea!) when you the flow'rie Coast
Have reach'd, to which you steere;
Thinke then, those Clouds are shrunke againe,
That swell'd, as if they hoorded Rayne
For all the Yeare.
Thinke then, those ruder Winds are dumbe,
That would endevour Stormes to come;
And that the Rocks no more
(As they were wont) shall hide themselves,
To practise mischiefe on the Shelves
So neere the shore.
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