--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink all
The shipping there.
--But how is't done?
--I'll show you, sir.
It is automa, runs under water
With a snug nose, and has a nimble tail
Made like an auger, with which tail she wriggles
Betwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight.
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What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
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O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
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Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite
And the crew of the captain's gig.
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would
happen, and gave them some holy oil to read more
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would
happen, and gave them some holy oil to lay it.
And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and
therefore the Divers under the water doe read more
And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and
therefore the Divers under the water doe spirt and sprinkle it
abroad with their mouthes because it dulceth and allaieth the
unpleasant nature thereof, and carrieth a light with it.
Thus far we run before the wind.
Thus far we run before the wind.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
