Should I burn his letters: could there be family involvement at some unforeseen time? I should burn many things—many memories!
Ocean Skimmer, you pilloried yourself. We were friends: those were good days but not good enough to last. What lasts?
The oriel outlasts us! Its quarrels outlast ours!
September 11, 1615
In my mind’s eye we meet at the taproom of the Mermaid’s Tavern...
Raleigh: ...At sea, weeks away from port, alone on the deck, rigging and sails creaking, I’ve felt it... I’ve felt it in the smash of waves and moan of beams...felt it in the expanse of sky...that there must be a god.
Marlowe: Should be a god! Put it that way.
Raleigh: No...let it go as I’ve said it. As you ride at the bow, as spray hurls on board, there are certain certainties, rebuffs of personal fancy, declarations of a godhead.
Jonson: The Greek helmsman felt those same declarations, and his god was Zeus.