Classic Poem

1

My Master Neptune took such pains of late
To quiet the Commotions of his state,
That he might give, through his fierce winds and Seas,
Safe passage to the Royal Portugueze ,
That he e're since at home has kept,
And in his Chrystal pallace slept,
Till a swift wind told him to day,
A stranger was to pass this way,
Whom he hath sent me out to view,
And I must tell him, Madam, it is you.

2

He knowes you by an Honourable fame:
Who hath not heard Lucasia's worthy name?
But should he see you too, I doubt he will
Grow amorous, and here detain you still:
I know his humor very well,
So best can the event foretel,
But wishing you better success,
And that my Master's guilt be less,
I will say nothing of your form,
Till you are past the danger of a storm.

3

Fear nothing else, for eyes so sweet as these,
No power that is Sea-born can displease;
You are much more then Nymph or Goddess bright;
I saw 'm all at supper t'other Night:
They with far less attraction draw,
They give us Love, you give us Law
Your Charms the winds and seas will move,
But 'tis to wonder, not to Love
Your only danger is, least they
Stiff with amazement should becalm your way.

4

But should they all want breath to make a gale,
What's sent in prayers for you will fill your sail;
What brought you hither will your way secure,
Courage and kindness can no slip endure;
The winds will do as much for you.

5

Yet since our birth the English Ocean boasts,
We hope sometimes to see you on these Coasts,
And we will order for you as you pass,
Winds soft as Lovers' vows, waves smooth as glass
Each Deity shall you befriend,
And all the Sea-Nimphs shall attend;
But if because a Ship's too straight,
Or else unworthy such a freight,
A Coach more useful would appear
That and six Danish Steeds you know are here.