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And loses many thousand lives, By shipwreck on the shore. Your grip oft, doth slip oft, When men have most to do, Then leaves them, and reaves them Of thy companions too. XLV. Thou leaves them not thyself alone, But to their grief when thou art gone, Makes Courage quite them else, Quoth Hope, I would you understood, I hold fast if the ground be good, And flit where it is false. There should no fault with me be found; Nor I accus'd at all. Blame such as should have plumm’d the ground Before the anchor fall; Their lead ay, at need ay, Might warn them if they would; If they there, would stay there, Or have good anchor hold. XLVI. Except the Cherry he hath chose, Be ye his friends, we are his foes, His doings we despite: If we perceive him settled so, To satisfy him with the Sloe, His company we quite. Then Dread and Danger grew full glad, And wist that they had won, They thought all seal’d that they had said, Since they had first begun; They hight then, they might then, Without a party plead, But yet there, with wit there, They were set down with speed. XLVII. Sirs, Dread and Danger then quoth Wit, We did yourselves to me submit,
