He the deep Seas prefers to noisy Straights,
Who for the distant Ship impatient waits,
The friendly , who joyful views
The well-rigg'd Bark, and ev'ry Sail pursues.
Around the wanton Shoals in Order move,
And frisking gaze on him who steers above:
Eager press on, nor will be left behind,
Tho' the full Sails swell bloated with the Wind.
You'ld think the Captives chain'd to ev'ry Ship.
And drawn unwilling thro' the ruffling Deep.