If after rude and boisterous seas My wearied pinnace here finds ease; If so it be I`ve gain`d the shore, With safety of a faithful oar; If having run my barque on ground, Ye see the aged vessel crown`d; What`s to be done? but on the sands Ye dance and sing, and now clap hands. —The first act`s doubtful, but (we say) It is the last commends the Play.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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