Nobility, which he shall have whene’er he touch the shore!
Oh, would I were an admiral, to order with a word—
To lose a dozen drops of blood, and straight rise up a lord!
I’d shout to yon bold shark there, which follows in our lee,
“Some day I’ll make thee carry me like lightning through the sea!”
Our admiral grew paler, and paler, as we flew,
Still talk’d he to the officers, and smiled upon the crew;
And he look’d up at the heavens, and he look’d down on the sea,
And at last he saw the creature that was following in our lee!
He shook—’twas but an instant: for speedily the pride