Again demands were hush’d: “My son, you’re free,
But you’re unsettled; take your chance at sea:”
So in few days the midshipman, equipp’d
Received the mother’s blessing, and was shipp’d.
Hard was her fortune! soon compell’d to meet
The wretched stripling staggering through the street;
For, rash, impetuous, insolent, and vain,
The Captain sent him to his friends again:
About the Borough roved th’ unnappy boy,
And ate the bread of every chance-employ!