Classic Poem

Of Maurus his sayling in the Fleete.

M AURUS doth grieue that he committed is
 Vnto the Fleete for something done amis.
Maurus, thou needst not grieue, sith thou art bound
But to thy Lands-end, in a Fleete on ground.
That stands all stormes, sith water still it shunnes;
Vnlesse an arme of Thames that neere it runnes,
Do beare some washing balls to make it sweete;
(For men of honor oft saile in that Fleete)
 Therefore be quiet, sith thou art secure,
 And saylest in a Fleete so sweete and pure.