The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged, arrows of light.

Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.

There goes the parson, O illustrious spark!

And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.

On observing some Names of Little Note.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast;

The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.