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 316 THE POEMS OP ANNE �Then call'd an Officer, that waited neer, �And bid his Anchors instantly be weigh' d, �For that he wou'd imraediatly on board. �The other, vainly urg'd a storm was risen �Which might endanger him, and all the fleet, �For he persisted still, to have itt done. �Then gave me this, and flung out of my presence. �I know no more But how the Queen resents itt, �And what's contain'd, in all this pacquett here, 40 �Shall hope to hear from you. [Is going but returns. �I had allmost forgot, tell her �That Blanfort's wound is of no danger, �Nor such, as to confine him to his bed. �Th' expence of spirits, in his mighty passion �Being the cheif cause, that sence, and motion left him, �As I came back, I mett this information. [Exeunt severally. �Enter Capriccio drunk Cap. 'Tis a rare world, a brave world, A ranting, flanting, shining world; �Not a tavern in the town but's in a blaze, 50 �Not a pretended sister, cosen, or other civil Relation, That is not publickly own'd, For an errant, tory rory strumpett. Linnian leads up a couple, Vilmarin a couple more, Only that rogue Rivalto, �Has the impudence, to sin in secret, now 'tis out of f assion, But I'll discover his haunts, Or beat him till he owns 'em, �Never such a time in Rhodes, never such an example. Every one quoting the Great Master, 60 �And trooping on to sin, under his banner, As if they were beating up Volonteers for the Devil. I'll ee'n away, and be drunk with the best of 'em And then, as an honest man shou'd, ��� �