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And smoking Tempests, blowe his fiery wrath.
This well-spoke Master, the Tall captaine gaue
Hatefull, and horrible language: call'd him slaue;
And bad him mark the prosperous gale that blew;
And bow their vessell, with her maine saile, flew.
Bade all take armes; and said, their workes requir'de;
The cares of Men; and not of an inspir'de,
Pure zealous Master. His firme hopes being fir'de
With this Opinion; that they should ariue
In Ægypt strait; or Cyprus; or where liue
Men whose braue breaths, aboue the Northwinde blowe;
Yea, and perhaps beyond their Region too.
And that he made no doubt, but in the end,
To make his Prisoner, tell him euery friend
Of all his off-spring: Brothers: Wealth, and All;
Since that Prise, certaine, must some God let fall.
This said; the Mast, and maine-saile; vp he drew,
And in the maine sailes midd'st, a franck Gale blew;
When all his ship tooke arms, to braue their Prise.
But strait, strange works apperde to all their eyes:
First; sweete wine, through their swift-black Barck did flow;
Of which, the Odors, did, a little, blowe:
Their fiery spirits, making th'Ayre so fine,
That, they in flood were there, as well as wine.
A meere Immortall-making sauour rose;
Which on the Ayre, the Deitie did Impose.
The Sea-Men see'ng All; Admiration seas'd.
Yet instantly, their wonders were encreas'd:
This well-spoke Master, the Tall captaine gaue
Hatefull, and horrible language: call'd him slaue;
And bad him mark the prosperous gale that blew;
And bow their vessell, with her maine saile, flew.
Bade all take armes; and said, their workes requir'de;
The cares of Men; and not of an inspir'de,
Pure zealous Master. His firme hopes being fir'de
With this Opinion; that they should ariue
In Ægypt strait; or Cyprus; or where liue
Men whose braue breaths, aboue the Northwinde blowe;
Yea, and perhaps beyond their Region too.
And that he made no doubt, but in the end,
To make his Prisoner, tell him euery friend
Of all his off-spring: Brothers: Wealth, and All;
Since that Prise, certaine, must some God let fall.
This said; the Mast, and maine-saile; vp he drew,
And in the maine sailes midd'st, a franck Gale blew;
When all his ship tooke arms, to braue their Prise.
But strait, strange works apperde to all their eyes:
First; sweete wine, through their swift-black Barck did flow;
Of which, the Odors, did, a little, blowe:
Their fiery spirits, making th'Ayre so fine,
That, they in flood were there, as well as wine.
A meere Immortall-making sauour rose;
Which on the Ayre, the Deitie did Impose.
The Sea-Men see'ng All; Admiration seas'd.
Yet instantly, their wonders were encreas'd:
