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TO ALFRED FOWLER
What are ye women doing? Get ye hence, / Nor weary God with prayers. But when I die, / Lay me not there among the peaceful graves / Where sleep your puny saints. I would go hence, / Over the loud ways of the sea again, / In my black ship, with all the war-shields out, / Nor, beaten, crawl unto the knees of God, / To whine there a whipped hound. Yea, send me forth / As when I sought rich lands, and glittering gold, / And warm, white-breasted women, and red wine, / And all the splendour and the lust of war.