There, on the watch, sagacious of his prey,
With eyes of fire, an English mastiff lay;
Yonder fair Commerce stretched her winged sail,
Here, frowned the god that wakes the living gale.
High o’er the poop, the flattering winds unfurled
Th’ imperial flag that rules the watery world.
Deep blushing Armors all the tops invest,
And warlike trophies either quarter drest:
Then towered the masts, the canvass swelled on high,
And waving streamers floated in the sky.