‘Nor ask a favour of this Savage Rip.’
John liked the offer—shook him by the hand—
Jump’d in the Boat, and off they made for Land;
Din’d, drank their Bottle, and in merry glee
Purchas’d their Stock, and went next day to Sea.
But now friend John, when tossing on the Ocean,
Felt his poor bowels in a strange commotion;
Grew serious, then grew sick, and hung his head,
Reach’d, grunted, groan’d, and stagger’d to his bed;
A prey to sorrow, sickness, and dejection,