And What’s He Then That

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men; There Be Land-rats And Water-rats, Water-thieves And Land-thieves, I Mean Pirates, And Thenthere Is The Peril Of Waters, Winds, And Rocks.

Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook Is Deep.