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A Fishing Sea-Voyage from Lin to Boston

Nights Curtain ope; the Prologue to the day
On's Eastern stage his coulers gan display
And with a smile dark vapours did disperse
Casting a brightnes o're the universe
When Nereus charmd by Phebes power forbore
To print more kisses on the smooth-lipt shore
Who with a gale South-west accompanide
In greater hast back to the Ocean hied
These did invite our wandring thoughts to crave
A passage o're this self-conducting wave
Which we obtaind, and having seen the main
Both Tide and wind brought us ashore againe
Only from out blew Tritons Cabinett
Some rareties we purchasd with a nett

Wher to their greater shame were open layd
The lusty Crab with nimble stirring Mayd
The threvy Scare, the purple-spotted Place
The dainty Sole the Butt-fish did embrace
The Mouse lay Creeping on the Damsells brest
The Hedghogg palizadoed salf did rest
The Crayfish of the Sea enthrond did dwell
Within the Laberinthian Winkle-shell
The headless Starr-fish too could crawle upon
The belly of his she Compagnion
Each did express (though Prisners) They were free
Wher Nature had commanded sympothy
And whilst half breath-less, choakt with Ayre they lye
They seeme to kiss each other; and soe die.
What could more pitty move? We can lament
When we a Frend lees in their Element
And shall we not soe much affection spare
Theirs that survive, in grief as t'have a share?
They'l noe deniall; strait we might discerne
The sable Porpus wallowing at our sterne
Attended by a Tempest Black as Clowdes
Could make, which soon had shadowed our Shroudes
Which casting perfect mourning on the deep
Burst forth in Tears and causd our decks to weep.
Neptune who earst was Halcedonian
To foam and swell int'billowes now began
The Surges gainst our Beak-head rise, and fall
Again like Tears shed at some funerall
Yett ere the glass ran out our skipper cries
Heer is an end of these solemnities
And makes a Coast, wher landing from the Storme
The last Obsequiall duties we performe
Intoombing Them: and to bedew their Herse
Make them to swimm in clarett, and this verse.
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