Where to humor your pride the ocean ye tried,
From vainest vaunting adventured your bodies
’Twas mere folly that actuated you both to risk your lives on the ocean.
In care of the waters? And no one was able
Nor lief nor loth one, in the least to dissuade you
Your difficult voyage; then ye ventured a-swimming,
Where your arms outstretching the streams ye did cover,
The mere-ways measured, mixing and stirring them,
Glided the ocean; angry the waves were,
With the weltering of winter. In the water’s possession,