SUCH was the fatal Vow he rashly made;
O fatal Vow, and fatally obey'd!
Struck dumb, my Tears the want of Words supply'd;
His, mixt with mine, increas'd the pearly Tide:
Yet, lest I should his Resolution shake,
He rush'd away, and mounted on the Deck:
His hasty Crew expand the swelling Sails,
Strong rolls the Sea before impulsive Gales;
The crooked Keel the frothy Flood divides,
Swift flies the Ship, and rushes thro' the Tides.