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My Observation at Sea.
Though every thing we see or hear may raise
The Makers Praise;
For without Lightning or Thunder,
His Works are all of wonder;
Yet amongst Those there's none
Like to the Oceon.
The Makers Praise;
For without Lightning or Thunder,
His Works are all of wonder;
Yet amongst Those there's none
Like to the Oceon.
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Where (not a Catalogue to keep
Of severall Shapes inhabiting the Deep)
Let but our Thoughts confer
With what once Gravel'd the Philosopher:
And we must straight confess
Amazement more, but apprehension less.
Of severall Shapes inhabiting the Deep)
Let but our Thoughts confer
With what once Gravel'd the Philosopher:
And we must straight confess
Amazement more, but apprehension less.
The Fire for heat and light
Most exquisit:
And the All-tempering Aire
Beyond Compare.
Earth Composition and Solidity,
Bountifull Mixed with Humidity.
But here for Profit and Content,
Each must give place to th' Liquid Element:
Most exquisit:
And the All-tempering Aire
Beyond Compare.
Earth Composition and Solidity,
Bountifull Mixed with Humidity.
But here for Profit and Content,
Each must give place to th' Liquid Element:
Whose Admirable Course, that Steers
Within Twelve Houres Mariners,
Outwards and Homewards bound:
May be Sufficient Ground
To raise Conclusion from thence
At once, of Mighty Power and Providence.
Within Twelve Houres Mariners,
Outwards and Homewards bound:
May be Sufficient Ground
To raise Conclusion from thence
At once, of Mighty Power and Providence.
For as the Cynthian Queen
Her bounty less or more vouchsafes be seen:
So by her wain She brings
The Tides to Neaps, and by her Full to Springs:
Yet not but as He pleas
Who set Her there, chief Governess of Seas:
Her bounty less or more vouchsafes be seen:
So by her wain She brings
The Tides to Neaps, and by her Full to Springs:
Yet not but as He pleas
Who set Her there, chief Governess of Seas:
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Which understood
Truly by such would seek for Traffique good,
They must their Anchors waigh
Out of the Oozie dirt and Clay
Earths Contemplations yeild,
And hoysing Sayles, They'l straightway have them fill'd
With a fresh-Mackerell Gale, whose blast
May Port them in true happiness at Last.
Truly by such would seek for Traffique good,
They must their Anchors waigh
Out of the Oozie dirt and Clay
Earths Contemplations yeild,
And hoysing Sayles, They'l straightway have them fill'd
With a fresh-Mackerell Gale, whose blast
May Port them in true happiness at Last.
There th' in a Bay of Bliss,
Where a Sweet Calm our welcom is:
Let us at length the Cables Veere
Fore and abaff, that may our Moorage cleere
From warp or winding, so ride, fixt upon
Our Hopes Sheat-Anchor of Salvation.
Where a Sweet Calm our welcom is:
Let us at length the Cables Veere
Fore and abaff, that may our Moorage cleere
From warp or winding, so ride, fixt upon
Our Hopes Sheat-Anchor of Salvation.
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