Your thoughts themselves in that blue empire please.

Hither in summer evenings you repair,

To taste the fraischeur of the purer air:

Undaunted here you ride, when winter raves,

With Cæsar's heart that rose above the waves.

More I could sing, but fear my numbers stays;

No loyal subject dares that courage praise.

In stately frigates most delight you find,[71]

Where well-drawn battles fire your martial mind.

What to your cares we owe, is learnt from hence,