Full easy seemed the sorrow of the sea
Lightened by hope of gain—hope flew too fast!
A hundred pearls were poor indemnity,
Not worth the blast.
The Sultan’s crown, with priceless jewels set,
Encircles fear of death and constant dread;
It is a head-dress much desired—and yet
Art sure ’tis worth the danger to the head?
’Twere best for thee to hide thy face from those
That long for thee; the Conqueror’s reward