Classic Poem

In this Worlds raging sea
Where many Scillas barke,
Where many Syrens are,
Save, and not cast away,
Hee onlye saves his barge
With too much ware who doth it not o'recharge;
Or when huge stormes arise,
And waves menace the skies,
Gives what he got with no deploring show,
And doth againe in seas his burthen throw.

In this Worlds raging sea
Where many Scillas barke,
Where many Syrens are,
Save, and not cast away,
Hee onlye saves his barge
With too much ware who doth it not o'recharge;
Or when huge stormes arise,
And waves menace the skies,
Gives what he got with no deploring show,
And doth againe in seas his burthen throw.