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For though the muses should prove kind,

And fill our empty brain ;
Vet 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 fal lay '&e.

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Then if we write not by each post,
Think not we are unkind;
Nor yet conclude your ships/are lost,
By Dutchmen or by wind: |
Our tears we'll send|a speedier way—
The tide shall bring them twice a day.
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The King, with wonder and surprise,
Will swear the seas stow bold,
Because the tides will higher rise
Than e’er they us’d of old :
But let him know) it is our tears
Bring floods of grief to Whitehall stairs.
With a fal la, &e.

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Let wind and weather do its worst,—

Be ‘you tous but kind,—
Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse,

No sorrow we shall find :
*Tis then no matter how things go,
Or who’s our friend, or who’s our foe.

With a fal la, &e.
Lorp) Dorsnt.

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