Who view’d those ill-famed summits, hight
Acroceraunia, and the swell
And swimming monsters of the main
With steadfast eye? God’s wise decree
Disjoins the lands remote in vain,
If impious, o’er the severing sea
The bark contemptuous sails propel.
IV.
Man, bold to endure where gain’s the cause,
Bursts through divine and human laws.