Regardless of the wound so rudely made
In the too pliant bosom.
Stranger. You liken well
The waters to a woman; beautiful
In the bright sunshine of prosperity!
But when the tempest rages, sea-tossed man
Oft finds a shoal there, where his barque may strand,
Expecting a safe haven.
Sailor. You are bitter:
But truth is not always sweet. All on board