When Horace made those sound remarks.
Showing—in spite of Jove's decree—
How mortals rode in impious arks
Transilient o'er the sacred sea,
How there was not beneath the sun
A task so tough but what he'd back us
Somehow to go and see it done
(Such was the flair of Flaccus);
Little he guessed how wind and tide
Should be the sport of human skill;