At Spithead they embark’d us, how precious a cargo!
And we sail’d before day to escape the embargo.
There was Shuckborough,[[296]] the wonderful mathematician;
And Darwin, the poet, the sage, and physician;
There was Beddoes, and Bruin, and Godwin, whose trust is,
He may part with his work on Political Justice
To some Iman or Bonze, or Judaical Rabbin;
So with huge quarto volumes he piles up the cabin.
There was great Dr. Parr whom we style Bellendenus,
The Doctor and I have a hammock between us.