Of cliffs, and held the rambling brier;
I've plunged below the billowy deep,
Where air was sent me to respire;
I've been where hungry wolves retire;
And (to complete my woes) I've ran
290
Where Bedlam's crazy crew conspire
Against the life of reasoning man.
I've furl'd in storms the flapping sail,
By hanging from the topmast-head;