O tempt the treacherous sea no more,
But gallantly regain the shore.
Scarce could our guardian goddess, Reason,
Ensure your timbers through the season.
Though built of wood from famed Marseilles,
Well-manned from galleys, and from jails,
Though with Lepaux’s and Rewbell’s aid,
By Pleville’s[[256]] skill your keel was laid;
Though lovely Stael, and lovelier Stone,[[256]]
Have worked their fingers to the bone,