Some scorn the weedy Rocks, and sandy Coast,
Less Danger know, and greater Freedom boast;
The peaceful Waters of the Ocean seek
But fly the Straights, and shun the winding Creek.
Far from the Shore the nimble  race
O'er the wide Plain, and vast unmeasur'd Space.
The , and the  arm'd for War
Nor make the Shallows nor the Rocks their Care.
In distant Seas the spotted  play,
At leisure roll, and cut the trackless Way.
Thro' Depths unknown the  curling pass,
And twine resistless thro' the slimy Mass.
They hate the Shore, who sacred Honours claim,
And to their  owe their awful Name.