Vast  o'er the watry Surface sweep,
And the fierce  rolls the calmer Deep.
Tho' swift their Pace, tho' Fate attends their Strokes,
A worthless Fly the mighty Fish provokes.
When the curst Dog begins the sultry Days,
And fev'rish Vapours taint the kinder Rays,
Then fearless of the Waves the Ocean-Breez
Broods on the Waters, and infests the Seas.
Beneath the shelt'ring Fin the Insects hide,
And goad with pois'nous Sting the tender Side.
Vext with the puny Foe the  leap,
Flounce on the Stream, and toss the mantling Deep,
Ride o'er the foaming Seas, with Torture rave,
Bound into Air, and dash the smoking Wave.
Oft with imprudent Hast they fly the Main,
And seek in Death a kind Release from Pain,
Vault on some Ship, or to the Shores repair,
And gasp away their hated Lives in Air.