To read my booke the Virgin Shie May blush, (while Brutus standeth by:) But when He’s gone, read through what’s writ, And never staine a cheeke for i… - Robert Herrick

"How The Whale Got His Throat

By Rudyard Kipling

When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
And steward falls into the soup-tureen,
And trunks begin to slide;
When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,
And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,
And you aren't waked or washed or dressed,
Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)
You're "Fifty North and Forty West!

Here a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand.
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat, and on us all.

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown