Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings: at the helm A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office.

"Good: Speak to the mariners: Fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground.

"Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground.