The ship lies in the wind and the tiller is swinging." "Take the helm, master, and keep her head straight.

Humphrey, fetch down the poet.

He and I will mount the first watch to-night.

Maiden, do you get what rest you may, ere your turn comes in the morning." "Ay, ay, my captain," said she cheerily, and went.
"Humphrey," said Ludar, calling me back, when she had gone, "do you wonder that I love that maiden ?" "I do not," said I.
"Is she you love as fair, as brave, as noble ?" "She is," I answered, "every whit as fair, every whit as brave, every whit as noble." "Then why," he asked, looking hard at me, "are you sad when you speak of her ?" "Alas," said I, "she loves me not.

Ludar, talk not to me of her; I will go fetch the poet." The poor fellow was by this time well-nigh at the end of his patience.
For, though he had fixed himself cunningly in the rigging of the foremast, seating himself on the royal yard, and hugging the mast lovingly with his arms and legs, he found himself unable to budge, or even see what was going on below, by reason of the dizziness which afflicted him.