Faire Shewes Deceive

Smooth was the Sea, and seem'd to call
Two prettie girles to play withall:
Who padling there, the Sea soone frown'd,
And on a sudden both were drown'd.
What credit can we give to seas,
Who, kissing, kill such Saints as these?
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