A Salutation of His Majesty's ship The Sovereign.
Move on, thou floating trophy built to Fame!
And bid her trump spread thy majestic name;
That the blue Tritons, and those petty Gods
Which sport themselves upon the dancing floods,
May bow, as to their Neptune, when they feel
The awful pressure of thy potent keel.
Great wonder of the time! whose form unites
In one aspect two warring opposites,