THE SEA MARKE

by: John Smith (c.1580-1631)

      LOOFE, aloofe, and come no neare
      the dangers doe appeare;
      Which if my ruine had not beene
      you had not seene:
      I onely lie upon this shelfe
      to be a mark to all
      which on the same might fall,
      That none may perish but my selfe.
       
      If in or outward you be bound,
      doe not forget to sound;
      Neglect of that was cause of this
      to steare amisse.
      The Seas were calme, the wind was faire,
      that made me so secure,
      that now I must indure
      All weathers be they foule or faire.
       
      The Winters cold, the Summers heat,
      alternatively beat
      Upon my bruised sides, that rue
      because too true
      That no releefe can ever come.
      But why should I despair
      Being promised so faire
      That there shall be a day of Dome.

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