Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Song: Go, feeble tyrant, and in vain thy fruitless...
Text:
Go, feeble tyrant, and in vain
thy fruitless conquest boast,
the slave who once has felt thy chain,
enjoys his freedom most,
exert alas thy harmless hate,
thy frowns and cold disdain,
since double pleasure they create,
to think ’em spent in vain,
the sailor thus of danger free,
from the securer shore
looks back and hugs himself to see
the storms he felt before.
