Their poisons thro' th' intestine mazes bear,
The viscous linings from their channels tear;
Pour with corroding deluge thro' the frame,
And whelm the vitals in the liquid flame.
Th' infected air, upon her loaded wings,
Thro' the warm ship the green contagion brings.
Strew'd o'er the filthy deck, the fever'd lie,
And for cool moisture raise the feeble cry;
The pitying messmate brings the cheering draught,
And, in the pious act, the venom'd shaft,