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And gain such experience; and spie too
Such countries and wonders as I do?
And fail not to touch at Peru,
What do I mean? What thoughts do me misguide ?
As well upon a staffe may witches ride
As I sail round the world in a chair;
Has wand'red and has travell’d more
Then ever beast, or fish, or bird, or ever tree before ; In every air, in every sea 'tas been, 'T'is compasst all the earth, and all the heaven ’tas seen,
Let not the pope's itself with this compare,
The pious wandrers fleet, sav'd from the flame
(Which still the reliques did of Troy pursue,
And took them for its due)
Still with their arms they row'd about the seas,
And still made new and greater voyages : Nor has the first poetique ship of Greece,
Though now a star, she so triumphant show,
And guides her sailing successors below, (Bright as her antient fraight, the shining fleece)
Yet to this day a quiet harbour found,
Is made the seat of rest at last.
And as thou went'st abroad the world to see,
The world will do't for curiosity,
And I myself, who now love quiet too,
Would yet a journey take
[Drake ? Yet what could that say more then these remains of
Great relique! thou too in this port-of-ease
(The great trade wind which nere does fail) Still with full trimme, and spreading sail,
Shall drive thee round the world, and thou shalt run
SIR FRANCIS DRAKE AND QUEEN ELIZABETH.
The following is taken from “ Wit and Drollery,” 12mo. Lond. 1656. Another copy is preserved in MS. No. 36, in the Ashmolean Museum at Oxford, fol. 296.
Sir Francis, Sir Francis, Sir Francis his son,
came my L.Chamberlain,and with his white staffe, And all the people began for to laugh.
THE QUEEN'S SPEECH.
THE QUEEN'S REASON. For he walkt forth in a rainy day, To the New-found-land he took his way, With many a gallant fresh and green; He never come home again. God bless the Queen
THE FAME OF SIR FRANCIS DRAKE. From a little duodecimo volume, printed at London in the year 1641, under the title of “Witt’s Recreations, augmented with ingenious conceites for the Wittie, and merrie medicines for the Melancholie.”
Sır DRAKE, whom well the world's end knew,
Which thou did compasse round,
Which north and south do bound.
The starres above would make thee knowne,
If men here silent were; The sun himselfe cannot forget
THE TRIUMPH OF SIR FRANCIS DRAKE. It is probably a chimerical idea, but I cannot help thinking that there is some similarity between this song and one of the airy rhymes of the White Lady of Avenel. It is taken from the wellknown opera of “ Sir Francis Drake.”
Steersman. Aloof! and aloof! and steady I steer !
'Tis a boat to our wish,
And she slides like a fish
She now has her trimme!
Away let her swim,
And herrings in gales when they wind us,
That we leave them in shoals behind us.
Chorus. Then cry, one and all !
Amain ! for Whitehall. The Diegos wee'l board to rummidge their hould, And drawing our steel they must draw out their gold.
Steersman. Our master and's mate, with bacon and pease,
In cabins keep aboard ;
Each as warm as a lord:
Whilst we lie in wait
For reals of eight, And for some gold quoits, which fortune must send :
But, alas, how their ears will tingle, When finding, though still like Hectors we spend,
Yet still all our pockets shall jingle. Chorus. Then cry, one and all !
Steersman. Oh, how the purser shortly will wonder,
When he sums in his book
All the wealth we have took, And finds that wee'l give him none of the plunder;
He means to abate
The tyth for the state ;
But his fingers are pitcht together ;
When he reckons the shares of either.