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The sixth muse
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But you may know in stormes, thus goeth the mater,
No fish doth sip in troubled seas clean water.
Courage therefore, that cloud is overgone,
Therefore as we were wont, let us sing on.
For in this morning sounded in mine ear
The sweetest musick ever I did hear
In all my life, good Master Gall, quod I
You to awake, I sung so merrielie.
Monsier, quoth he, I pray thee ease my spleane,
And let me heare that Musick once againe.
With Hay the day now dawnes, then up I got,
And did advance my voice to Elaes note,
I did so sweetlie flat and sharply sing,
While I made all the rocks with Echoes ring.
Meane while our boat, by Freertown hole doth slide,
Our course not stopped with the flowing tide,
We ned nor card, nor crostaffe for our Pole,
But from thence landing clam the Dragon hole,[1]
With crampets on our feet, and clubs in hand,
Where its recorded Iamie Keddie fand
A stone inchanted, like to Gyges ring,
Which made him disappear, a wondrous thing,
If it had been his hap to have retaind it,
But loosing it, againe could never finde it:
VVithin this cove ofttimes did we repose
As being sundred from the citie woes.
From thence we, passing by the Windie gowle,[2]
Did make the hollow rocks with echoes yowle;
And all alongst the mountains of Kinnoule,
VVhere did we shut at many foxe and fowle.[3]
No fish doth sip in troubled seas clean water.
Courage therefore, that cloud is overgone,
Therefore as we were wont, let us sing on.
For in this morning sounded in mine ear
The sweetest musick ever I did hear
In all my life, good Master Gall, quod I
You to awake, I sung so merrielie.
Monsier, quoth he, I pray thee ease my spleane,
And let me heare that Musick once againe.
With Hay the day now dawnes, then up I got,
And did advance my voice to Elaes note,
I did so sweetlie flat and sharply sing,
While I made all the rocks with Echoes ring.
Meane while our boat, by Freertown hole doth slide,
Our course not stopped with the flowing tide,
We ned nor card, nor crostaffe for our Pole,
But from thence landing clam the Dragon hole,[1]
With crampets on our feet, and clubs in hand,
Where its recorded Iamie Keddie fand
A stone inchanted, like to Gyges ring,
Which made him disappear, a wondrous thing,
If it had been his hap to have retaind it,
But loosing it, againe could never finde it:
VVithin this cove ofttimes did we repose
As being sundred from the citie woes.
From thence we, passing by the Windie gowle,[2]
Did make the hollow rocks with echoes yowle;
And all alongst the mountains of Kinnoule,
VVhere did we shut at many foxe and fowle.[3]