[By weekely pay, threescore twelue Bottoms came],
From fifty vpward, to fiue hundred Tunne;
For eu’ry vse a Marriner could name,
Whose glittering Flags against the Radient Sunne,
Show’d as the Sea had all beene of a flame;
For Skiffes, Crayes, Scallops, and the like, why these
From eu’ry small Creeke, cou’red all the Seas.
The man whose way from London hap’d to lye,
By those he met might guesse the generall force,
Daily encountred as he passed by,