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Epigram.
[By rising winds the Gallic navy torn]
By rising winds the Gallic navy torn,Lose their vain hopes, and threaten'd ruin mourn;
But when a fiercer storm in Lake appear'd,
They bless'd the tempest which before they fear'd.
To raging winds their canvas they display,
And court the shelter of a stormy sea;
With better fate than once Britannia try'd,
When one night's wreck strew'd all the guilty tide.
But thus the ruling Demons of the air
Combine with France, to wage infernal war:
On equal terms despairing to oppose
The glorious cause which Heav'n and Anne have chose;
With storms they combat Us, and save our flying Foes.
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