Her timbers all crazy, all open her seams,
Torn and wounded her planks, and quite rotten her beams,
To the last humbly fated her country to aid,
Near the very same slip where her keel was first laid,
No trace of her rate but her ports and her bulk,
The pride of the ocean’s cut down a sheer hulk.
Charles Dibdin.
The High-mettled Politician.
See, the house throng’d with members; debate is begun