To MarinersYe wave-trod watermen, as ill as sheThat all the earth in infelicityOf rapine plunges; who upon your fareAs sterv’d-like-ravenous as cormorants are;The lives ye lead, but in the worst degree,Not to be envied more than misery;Take shame, and fear the indignationOf Him that thunders from the highest throne,Hospitious Jove, who, at the back, preparesPains of abhorr’d effect of him that daresThe pieties break of his hospitious squares.
Ye wave-trod watermen, as ill as sheThat all the earth in infelicityOf rapine plunges; who upon your fareAs sterv’d-like-ravenous as cormorants are;The lives ye lead, but in the worst degree,Not to be envied more than misery;Take shame, and fear the indignationOf Him that thunders from the highest throne,Hospitious Jove, who, at the back, preparesPains of abhorr’d effect of him that daresThe pieties break of his hospitious squares.