No More Learning

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In what torne ship soever I embarke,
That ship shall be my embleme of thy Arke;
What sea soever swallow mee, that flood
Shall be to mee an embleme of thy blood;
Though thou with clouds of anger do           5
Thy race; yet through that maske I know those eyes,
Which, though they turne away sometimes,
They never will despise.