A storm that when its utmost rage is gone,
In cold and angry mutterings murmurs on;
A slow unbending scorn, a cold disdain—
Till years bring the full tempest back again. 10
Within our Borough two stiff sailors dwelt,
Who both this party storm and triumph felt;
Men who had talents, and were both design’d
For better things, but anger made them blind.
In the same year they married, and their wives
Had pass’d in friendship their yet peaceful lives,