For all his fate inflicts, and all his state denies.
Much would it please you, sometimes to explore
The peaceful dwellings of our Borough poor:
To view a sailor just return’d from sea,
His wife beside; a child on either knee,
And others crowding near, that none may lose
The smallest portions of the welcome news;
What dangers pass’d, “When seas ran mountains high,
When tempest raved, and horrors veil’d the sky;
When prudence fail’d, when courage grew dismay’d,