And envious Neptune upsets your pea-soup.
VIII.
What pleasure to walk with a staggering gait,
With dimness of sight, and confusion of pate;
Like a drunkard to reel when the ship gives a lurch,
And balance see-saw, like a duck forced to perch!
IX.
The city of palaces bursts on my sight!
Its mosques and its temples I hail with delight;
A palace in every building I see,