Classic Poem

Ad P.C.

To Take Time when one may is always best
Lest that let slippe one Lees ons interest
Post est occatio Calva

Waygh: and lett wind ore Cloth prevaile
Ther'l need noe skeet to stiffe your sayle
For Constancyes your owne make her your gaile.

In voyages it ought Deceives
To be too long in taking leaves
Nor doe the ships that Gold bring ore
Leese time in Lingering neer one shore
But with their Canvas wings stretcht out
Clipp o're the maine to fetch't about:
To be embay'd when stormes arise
May suite some weaker Policies
But when the Gust is past well nigh
At Anker t'ride would sloth imply
And Moores that Bark at Ruins Coast
Letts opportunity be lost
Hoys up your maine saile then I say
Hale taught the sheats when once away
Each glassy wave Curld by the Tide
As't heaves you on shall be your guide
Nor need you Rock or shelfe to feare
Whilst Right's your Pilot that doth steere
The Rudder and the Rudders bond
Will turne all yare at your Command
Then (not before) all those your Iles possess
May find good ground i'th'haven of Happiness.