‘Inferior nor to thee, thou Guernsey, bravely crown’d
‘With rough-embattled rocks, whose venom-hating ground
‘The hard’ned emeril hath, which thou abroad dost send:
‘Thou Ligon her belov’d, and Serk, that doth attend
‘Her pleasure every hour; as Jethow, them at need,
‘With pheasants, fallow deer, and conies that dost feed:
‘Ye seven small sister isles, and Sorlings, which to see
‘The half-sunk sea-man joys; or whatsoe’er you be,
‘From fruitful Aurney, near the ancient Celtic shore,
‘To Ushant and the Seams, whereas those nuns of yore