An off’ring too for thy sad tomb I have,
Too just a tribute to thy early hearse,
Receive these gasping numbers to thy grave,
The last of thy unhappy mother’s verse.
ANNE, MARCHIONESS OF WHARTON
1632-1685
18. On the Storm between Gravesend and Dieppe (Made at that Time)
When the tempestuous sea did foam and roar,
Tossing the bark from the long-wish’d-for shore,