“Yes, their time is coming. A man never swings a sword half so well, nor sails and fights a ship so well, as when he is in love and happy:
‘For mickle lighter is the boat
When love bears up the creel.’”
CHAPTER XVIII.
“WOULD HE EVER COME AGAIN?”
“A sailor’s life’s the life for me,
He takes his duty merrily;
If bullets whistle, Jack can sing,
Still faithful to his friend and king.”
Dibdin.
ACK was right about love and “the creel,” or rather, I should say, the old song is right,—
“Mickle lighter is the boat
When love bears up the creel.”