And ar’t return’d againe with all thy faults
Thou greate Commander of the all=go=naughts
And left the Ile behinde thee? what’s the matter
Did winter make thy Chapps to chatter,
Could not the Surging, and distempred Seas
thy queasy Stomacke (gorg’d) with sweete meats please
Or didst thou sodainly remooue thy Station
throughe Iealousy of Hollands supplantation
Or was’t for want of wenches, or did’st feare

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