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But, he durst not so much as once open his Lips,
Typs merciless Hannah ran on in her Talk,
your Brains ?
Poor floating ifle, tof on ill Fortune's Waves,
NHAPPY Ship, thou art return'd in
vain : New Waves shall drive thee to the Deep again.
J. O navis, referent in mare te novi
Look to thy felf, and be no more the Sport 2. Of giddy Winds, but make some friendly Port, 3. Loft are thy Oars that us'd thy Course to guide,
Like faithful Counsellors on either Side. 4. Thy Mast, which like fome aged Patriot stood
The fingle Pillar for his country's Good,
Behold, it cracks by yon rough Eastern Wind, 5.
Your Cables burst, and you must quickly feel The Waves impetuous entring at your Keel. Thus, Commonwealths receive a foreign Yoke,
When the strong Cords of Union once are broke 6. Torn by a sudden Tempest is thy Sail,
Expanded to invite a milder Gale.
As when some Writer in a publick Cause, His Pen to save a finking Nation draws,
While all is Calm, his Arguments prevail,
A LARGER Sacrifice in vain you vow; There's not a Pow'r above will help you now; A Nation thus, who oft Heav'ns Call negle&s, In vain from injur'd Heav'n Relief expects.
8. 'Twill not avail
, when thy strong Sides are broke, That thy Descent is from the British Oak: Oị when your Name and Family you boast, From Fleets triumphant o'er the Gallick Coast. Such was lerne's Claim, as just as thine, Her Sons descended from the British Line; Her matchless Sons; whose Valour still remains On French Records, for Twenty long Campains;
7. Non Dii, quos iterum presa voces malo. 8. Quamvis Pontica pinus,
Sylue filia nobilis.
Yet from an Empress, now a Captive grown,
In Ships decay'd no Mariner confides,
Dear Vessel, still be to thy Steerage just,
WEARY and Sea-fick when in thee confin'd, Now, for thy Safety, Cares distract my Mind.
9. Nil pi&tis timidus navita puppibus. 10. Fidit tu, nisi ventis
Debes ludibrium cave. 11. Nuper follicitum qua mihi tadium,
Nunc defideriwn, curàque non levis,