John Gay

“ The faithful compass that still points to thee.
‘Believe not what the landmen say 25
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind:
They’ll tell thee, sailors, when away,
In every port a mistress find:
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For Thou art present wheresoe’er I go. 30
‘If to fair India’s coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Afric’s spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white. ”

“ ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed Susan came aboard; ”