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With roomy decks, her guns of mighty strength, / / Whose low-laid mouths each mounting billow laves, / / Deep in her draught, and warlike in her length, / / She seems a sea wasp flying on the waves. / / DRYDEN.
It was between the hours of ten and twelve on a fine night of February, / in the year sixteen hundred and fifty-six, that three men moored a light / skiff in a small bay, overshadowed by the heavy and sombre rocks that / distinguish the Isle of Shepey from other parts along the coast of Kent, / the white cliffs of which present an aspect at once so cheerful and so / peculiar to the shores of Britain. The quiet sea seemed, in the murky / light, like a dense and motionless mass, save when the gathering clouds / passed from the brow of the waning moon, and permitted its beams to / repose in silver lines on its undulating bosom.