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SONGS AND BALLADS
NEPTUNE TO ENGLAND.
Of thee, great State, the god of waves In equall wrongs assistance craves,
Defend thyselfe and mee: For if ore seas there be no sway, My godhead cleane is tane away,
The scepter pluckt from thee. Such as ore seas all sovereigntie oppose, Though seeming friends, to both are truly foes.
If little Venice brings alone Such waves to her subjection,
As in the Gulfe doe stirre, What then should great Britannia please, But rule as ladie ore all seas,
And thou as queen of her ? For sea-dominion may as well be gain'd By new acquests, as by descent maintain'd.
Goe on, great state, and make it knowne, Thou never wilt forsake thine owne,
Nor from thy purpose start : But that thou wilt thy power dilate, Since narrow seas are found too straight
For thy capacious heart. So shall thy rule, and mine, have large extent: Yet not so large, as just and permanent.
ON HIS MAJESTIES FLEET.
Cease now the talke of wonders, nothing rare Of floateing ilandes, castles in the aire, Of wooden walls, graves walkeing, flieing steedes, Or Trojan horse. The present truth exceeds Those ancient fables ; floating iles great store, Sent from the British He, now guard her shore, And castles strong without foundation stande More safe on waters pavement then on lande.