Thence by the winds and fiercer passions blown,
He tries the ardours of the flaming zone.
Seeking with hopeless agony to find
Extremes like those, which shook his tortur'd mind;
From cold Despair's keen night and icy sway,
To all the scorchings of Love's burning ray.
See o'er the glossy wave the vessel skim,
In swelling garments proud, and gayest trim,
Glitt'ring in streamers, deck'd in painted guile,
Cov'ring the latent bane with specious smile,