Up merry mates

Lyrics

Up merry mates, to Neptunes prayse Your voyces high advance: The watrie Nymphs shall dance And Eolus shall whistle to your layes Stereman, how stands the winde? Full North, North-east What course? Full South, South-west No worse And blow so faire Then sinke despayre Come solace to the minde Ere night we shall the haven finde O happy dayes Who may containe But swell with proud disdaine When seas are smooth, sailes full and all things plеase? Stay merry mates, proud Nеptune lowres Your voyces all deplore you The Nymphes stand weeping o're you: And Eolus and Iris bandy showres Mr. Boates man hale in the Boate Harke, harke the ratlings 'Tis haile Make fast the tacklings Strike saile Make quicke dispatches Shut close the hatches Hold sterne, cast Ancour out This night we shall at random floate O dismall houres Who can forbeare But sinke with sad despaire When seas are rough, sailes rent, and each thing lowres The golden meane that constant spirit beares In such extreams that nor presumes nor feares