Talk:Ship of State

Surplus

• O ship! new billows sweep thee out
  Seaward. What wilt thou? hold the port, be stout!
      Seest not thy mast
    How rent by stiff south-western blast,
  Thy side, of rowers how forlorn?
  Thine hull, with groaning yards, with rigging torn,
      Can ill sustain
    The fierce and ever fiercer main;
  Thy gods, no more than sails entire,
  From whom yet once thy need might aid require.
      O Pontic pine,
    The first of woodland stock is thine,
  Yet race and name are but as dust.
  Not painted sterns give storm-tost seamen trust
      Unless thou dare
    To be the sport of storms, beware.
  Of old at best a weary weight,
  A yearning care and constant strain of late,
      O shun the seas
    That gird those glittering Cyclades.
  • Horace, Odes, I, xiv (tr. Gladstone)

• This famous Ship of Englands Common Wealth.
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