And wooed the dwindling leagues!
Anicetus
A boat’s a boat!
And were she thrice the fairest keel afloat
Tonight she founders, sinks—make sure of that!
Captain
And all to drown one lean imperial cat
With claws and teeth too sharp despite the purr!
Ah, scan the graceful woman lines of her!
Fit for the male Wind’s love is she—alas!