"Faire sir," quoth she, "be not displeasd at all"

"Faire sir,' quoth she, "be not displeasd at all:
Who fares on sea may not commaund his way,
Ne wind and weather at his pleasure call:
The sea is wide, and easy for to stray;
The wind unstable, and doth never stay.
But here a while ye may in safety rest,
Till season serve new passage to assay:
Better safe port, then be in seas distrest.'
Therewith she laught, and did her earnest end in jest.
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