Sweet Gun-Boats, with your gallant crew,

Tempt not the rocks of Saint Marcou;

Beware the Badger’s bloody pennant,

And that d——d invalid Lieutenant!

LYRICS OF HORACE. ODE XIV., BOOK I.

TRANSLATED BY ARCHDEACON WRANGHAM.

O Ship, fresh billows soon again

Shall bear thee to the boisterous main!

Firm, keep the port. See, see thy side,

Without a single oar to guide!