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Arme, Arme, Arme, Arme, great Neptune rowze, awake
And muster up, thy monsters speedily:
Boreas unto thy blustering blasts betake,
Guard, guard your selves, from Taylors policy,
Rockes, shoales, Lee-shores, oh helpe them Goodwin sands
For this new Fleete runs over Seas and Lands.
And's now so victua'ld, rigd and yarely plyes
It threatens all the waters, ayre and skies,
Truth in his Navy such a power doth leade
The Devill, Hell, vice and all, the Fleet may dreade.
And well it may, if well you understand,
So rare a Fleet, was never made nor man'd.
And muster up, thy monsters speedily:
Boreas unto thy blustering blasts betake,
Guard, guard your selves, from Taylors policy,
Rockes, shoales, Lee-shores, oh helpe them Goodwin sands
For this new Fleete runs over Seas and Lands.
And's now so victua'ld, rigd and yarely plyes
It threatens all the waters, ayre and skies,
Truth in his Navy such a power doth leade
The Devill, Hell, vice and all, the Fleet may dreade.
And well it may, if well you understand,
So rare a Fleet, was never made nor man'd.
For further comments, see Philip L. Barbour, "Two 'Unknown' Poems
by Captain John Smith," Virginia Magazine of History and Biography, LXXV
(1967), 157–158.
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