Classic Poem

Tho' I am now to Sea gone from thee, yet,
Think not, I thee can e'er at Sea forget;
Since the Sea puts me still in mind of thee,
As raging, loud, and mutable to me;
Sometimes beneath me quietly will lie,
Then straight again is threatning, loud, and high,
Into my Face, will with more Fury flie;
Till with Salt Brine, my Cheeks it does o'er-flow,
Calm and Tempestuous, in a Trice will grow;
Faithless, like thee, to those who trust her most,
Whom they trust, to their Live's, or Fortune's Cost;
Like thee, lets no Man rest in Bed alone,
But will be still tossing him up and down;
Like thee, but makes a Man more giddy-brain'd,
Lets no Man long lie still, or long to stand;
Like thee, still keeps me betwixt Fear and Hope,
Betwixt the Dread of Drowning, and the Rope;
When at an End, I think my Fear, and Pain,
To gain my Port, will throw me off again;
Yet, for a while, I must Trade with her too,
Tho' dang'rous 'tis, to Trade with her, as you;
Since she's a Jilt, mutable as thy Mind,
Changes, like thee, with ev'ry Sigh of Wind,
Her Depth, and Reaches, few (like thine) can find;
Like thee, devouring is, and Bottomless,
Will, what's within her Bowels, ne'er confess;
Since what she gets once, Owners see no more,
She for more Ruines, like thee, seems to Roar;
An Invitation, like thee too, to Trade,
Their Loss most, who, most Happy wou'd be made,
By her, by whom, they in more Hazard prove,
As her, the more they Trust in, and they Love;
Yet, from her, I less Danger undergo,
As at more Distance, I am kept from you;
Thus, out at Sea, like Ships in Storms, I keep,
Risk less in her Deep, than thy Salter Deep;
Who, keeping out at Sea, have from thee found,
I hazard less, running my self aground;
Since you raise Storms, as Raging Tempests do,
And Angry Seas, which Rough and Noisie grow,
That Men into you, all they have may throw;
And thee, but as the Loud, and Raging Seas,
They, by their Ruine, only might appease.