If yet we linger, both are sure to fail,
The turning waters and the varying gale.
Trust me, our vessel shall be ably steer’d;
Nor will I quit her, till the rocks are clear’d.”
Allured and frighten’d, soften’d and afraid,
The widow doubted, ponder’d, and obey’d.
So were they wedded, and the careful man
His reformation instantly began;
Began his state with vigour to reform,
And made a calm by laughing at the storm. 260