Like other soothsayers, “to cross his palm”)
What—yes, he sees!—must on your courage wait,
“An happy fortune, and a glorious fate!”
Yes!—he foresees—confirm his prospects, Heav’n,
“Yon coop’d up boasters,” to your wishes giv’n;
Sees their proud ensigns from their standards torn,
Their vanquish’d navies in glad triumph borne;
Sees added laurels grace our Nelson’s brow,
And Victory hovering o’er his glowing prow;
His conqu’ring banners o’er the waves unfurl’d,