And sing while the thunder does bellow; For Fate will still have a kind home for the brave, And ne'er make his grave of a salt-water wave, To drown,—no, never to drown a good fellow. R. BRADLEY.

XIV

Neptune's Raging Fury;

or, The Gallant Seaman's Sufferings

You Gentlemen of England,

that lives at home at ease, Full little do you think upon the Dangers of the Seas: Give ear unto the Marriners, and they will plainly show, The cares and the fears

When the stormy winds do blow.

All you that will be Seamen,

must bear a valiant heart,

For when you come upon the Seas,

you must not think to start :
Nor once to be faint hearted,
in hail, rain, or snow,
Nor to shrink, nor to shrink,

When the stormy winds do blow.

The bitter storms and tempests

poor Seamen must endure,

Both day and night, with many a fright,
we seldom rest secure :

Our sleep it is disturbed

with visions strange to know, And with Dreams, on the Streams, When the stormy winds do blow. In claps of roaring thunder,

which darkness doth enforce, We often find our Ships to stray beyond our wonted course: Which causeth great distractions, and sinks our hearts full low, "Tis in vain to complain

When the stormy winds do blow. Sometimes on Neptune's bosom, our Ship is lost in waves, And every man expecting

the Sea to be their graves: Then, up aloft she mounteth, and down again so low, "Tis with waves, O with waves, When the stormy winds do blow. Then down again we fall to prayer ; with all our might and thought, When refuge all doth fail us,

'tis that must bear us out; To God we call for succour, for He it is we know,

That must aid us and save us,

When the stormy winds do blow.

The Lawyer and the Usurer,

that sits in gowns of Fur,

In closets warm, can take no harm, abroad they need not stir;

When winter fierce, with cold doth pierce, and beats with hail and snow, We are sure to endure

When the stormy winds do blow. We bring home costly merchandize, and Jewels of great price, To serve our English Gallantry with many a rare device: To please the English Gallantry our pains we freely show, For we toyl, and we moile

When the stormy winds do blow. We sometimes sail to the Indies to fetch home Spices rare, Sometimes 'gain, to France and Spain for wines beyond compare; While gallants are carrousing in Taverns on a row,

Then we sweep o'er the deep,

When the stormy winds do blow.

When tempests are blown over,
and greatest fears are past,
Ay, weather fair and temperate air,
we straight lye down to rest:
But, when the billows tumble,
and waves do furious grow,
Then we rouse, up we rouse,
When the stormy winds do blow.
If enemies oppose us,

when England is at wars With any foreign Nations,

we fear not wounds and scars;

Our roaring guns shall teach 'em
our Valour for to know,
Whilst they reel, in the Keel,
When the stormy winds do blow.

We are no cowardly shrinkers,
but Englishmen true bred,

We'll play our parts like valiant hearts, and never fly for dread; We'll ply our business nimbly,

where'er we come or go,

With our Mates to the Straights,
When the stormy winds do blow.

Then courage, all brave Marriners,
and never be dismaid,

Whilst we have bold adventures,
we ne'er shall want a trade;
Our Merchants will imploy us
to fetch them wealth, I know,
Then be bold, work for gold,
When the stormy winds do blow.

When we return in safety,

with wages for our pains, The Tapster and the Vintner will help to share our gains; We'll call for liquor roundly, and pay before we go,

Then we'll roar, on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow.

XV

Neptune's Resignation

THE wat'ry god, great Neptune, lay,
In dalliance soft and amorous play
On Amphitrite's breast;

When Uproar rear'd its horrid head,
The tritons shrunk, the nereids fled,
And all their fear confess'd.

Loud thunder shook the vast domain, The liquid world was wrapp'd in flame; The god, amazed, spoke―

'Ye Winds, go forth and make it known Who dares to shake my coral throne, And fill my realms with smoke.'

The Winds, obsequious, at his word
Sprung strongly up t'obey their lord,
And saw two fleets a-weigh-
One, victorious Hawke, was thine,
The other, Conflans' wretched line-
In terror and dismay.

Appall'd, they view Britannia's sons
Deal death and slaughter from their guns,
And strike the dreadful blow,

Which caused ill-fated Gallic slaves
To find a tomb in briny waves,
And sink to shades below.