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 Now fins do serve for wings, and bear
 Their scaly squadrons through the air;
 Whilst the air's inhabitants do stain
 Their gaudy plumage in the main.

 Now stars concealed in clouds, do peep
 Into the secrets of the deep:
 And lobsters spuèd from the brine,
 With Cancer's constellations, shine.

 Sure NEPTUNE'S watery kingdoms yet,
 Since first their coral graves were wet;
 Were ne'er disturbed with such alarms,
 Nor had such trial of their arms.

 See where a liquid mountain rides,
 Made up of innumerable tides;
 And tumbles headlong on the strand:
 As if the sea would come to land.

 A sail! a sail! I plainly spy
 Betwixt the ocean and the sky;
 An argosy, a tall built ship,
 With all her pregnant sails atrip.

 Nearer and nearer she makes way,
 With canvas wings, into the bay;
 And now upon the deck appears
 A crowd of busy mariners.

 Methinks, I hear the cordage crack,
 With furrowing NEPTUNE'S foaming back;
 Who wounded and revengeful, roars
 His fury to the neighbouring shores.

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