77. The Plaudite, or End of Life
If after rude and boisterous seasMy wearied pinnace here finds ease;If so it be I’ve gain’d the shore,With safety of a faithful oar;If having run my barque on ground,Ye see the aged vessel crown’d;What’s to be done? but on the sandsYe dance and sing, and now clap hands.—The first act’s doubtful, but (we say)It is the last commends the Play.