The motto of the Pilotage Commission of the river Tyne:—
In portu salus.
In port you sail us.
SONNET
On a youth who died from a surfeit of fruit.
Currants have checked the current of my blood,
And berries brought me to be buried here;
Pears have pared off my body’s hardihood,
And plums and plumbers spare not one so spare:
Fain would I feign my fall; so fair a fare