Page:The heptalogia, or, The seven against sense - a cap with seven bells (IA heptalogiaorseve00swin).pdf/43

 Clear sheer wave's sheen of green, I mean, With twinkling wrinkles—eh?

Sea sprinkles winkles, tinkles light Shell's bells—boy's joys that hap to snap! It's just sea's fun, breeze done, to spite God's rods that scourge her surge, I'd urge— Not proper, is it—quite?

See, fore and aft, life's craft undone! Crank plank, split spritsail—mark, sea's lark! That grey cold sea's old sprees, begun When men lay dark i' the ark, no spark, All water—just God's fun!