Step 1 of 5 · Read it through once
Section 862
Passage 1 of 3 · Section metadata unavailable
Find a section
Choose a paragraph to open its bounded reader passage.
Current position: Loading section metadata…
Find a section
Choose a paragraph to open its bounded reader passage.
Loading source sections…
Qu.
Great Lords, wise men ne'r sit and waile their losse,
But chearely seeke how to redresse their harmes.
What though the Mast be now blowne ouer‑boord,
The Cable broke, the holding‑Anchor lost,
And halfe our Saylors swallow'd in the flood?
Yet liues our Pilot still. Is't meet, that hee
Should leaue the Helme, and like a fearefull Lad,
With tearefull Eyes adde Water to the Sea,
And giue more strength to that which hath too much,
Whiles in his moane, the Ship splits on the Rock,
Which Industrie and Courage might haue sau'd?
Ah what a shame, ah what a fault were this.
Say Warwicke was our Anchor: what of that?
And Mountague our Top‑Mast: what of him?