That live as if they had been run aground,
And, when they die, are cast away and drown’d;
That dwell in ships, like swarms of rats, and prey
Upon the goods all nations’ ships convey;
And when their merchants are blown up and crack
Whole towns are cast away in storms and wreck;
That feed like cannibals, on other fishes,
And serve their cousin germans up in dishes,
A land that rides at anchor, and is moor’d,
In which they do not live, but go aboard.”