‘My Son, a Captain of the Guards, intends
‘Once more in Portugal to see his Friends:
‘I would not suffer him to take this trip,
‘You know, dear Admiral, in a common Ship.’
‘Oh, by no means, Sir John, I’m pleased, I own;
‘A Frigate soon will sail; ’tis the Pomone.
‘Your Son on board can go when he has leisure,
‘Carteret[27] I’m sure’ll receive him with great pleasure;
‘He’ll find in him, you safely may depend,
‘A thorough Seaman, Gentleman, and Friend.’