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ODE X. On Mævius.

In an unlucky Hour, the Ship
Of filthy Mævius sails;
His Voyage may the South oppose
With inauspicious Gales!
Let the rough East his Cordage tear,
And splinter all his Oars;
And Boreas rage, as on the Hills
Through shatter'd Oaks he roars!
When sad Orion sets, let no
Propitious Star appear,
To guide his Vessel through the Night,
And the thick Darkness chear!
May such tempestuous Billows rise,
As those the Grecians knew,
When Pallas all her Rage from Troy
On impious Ajax threw!
Your Sailors sweat; and, yellow-pale,
To Jove averse you pray
With Female Clamours, while the Leaks
Admit the foaming Sea.

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If your gross Carcass shall become
To Cormorants a Prize,
I to the Winds a lustful Goat
And Lamb will sacrifice.