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On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia

by Sir Henry Wotton

0.3564 − 0.4805i

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Shanty of the Admiralty’s Odd Pensions

by Richard

0.3567 − 0.4415i

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On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia

by Sir Henry Wotton

You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes,
More by your number, than your light,
You common people of the skies;
  What are you when the moon shall rise?

You curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth Dame Nature's lays,
Thinking your passions understood
By your weak accents; what's your praise,
  When Philomel her voice shall raise?

You violets that first appear,
By your pure purple mantles known,
Like the proud virgins of the year,
As if the spring were all your own;
  What are you when the rose is blown?

So, when my mistress shall be seen
In form and beauty of her mind,
By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,
Tell me if she were not design'd
  Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?

Shanty of the Admiralty’s Odd Pensions

by Richard

Oh the Admiralty loved a mangled tar,
With a missing limb or a battle scar;
For a whole man sound was a useless sight,
But a one‑legged lad was a proper knight.

Heave away, lads, heave away —
The maimed sailed on while the fit stayed bay.

A blind commander steered a ship,
A one‑armed middy made the trip;
And healthy men on half‑pay shore
Watched limbless heroes rise once more.

Heave away, lads, heave away —
Patrons ruled the waves each day.

So raise a glass to the Navy’s lore,
Where losing bits just helped you soar;
And whole men sighed in dull despair
While Cap'n Lucky hopped to glory fair.

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