Alexander Brome

(1620-1666 / England)

The Royalist

Come, pass about the bowl to me,
A health to our distressëd king!
Though we're in hold, let cups go free,
Birds in a cage may freely sing.
The ground does tipple healths apace
When storms do fall, and shall not we?
A sorrow dares not show his face
When we are ships, and sack's the sea.

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