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RECITATIVE.
As when the rising Tempest rushing roars,Sweeps off the Harvest, shakes the sounding shores;
Red Lightnings flash, Seas bellow, Thunder growls,
The uproar reaching to the Trembling Poles.
Waves, Winds, Rocks, Rain, Ships, Sands and Clouds contend,
And Shrieks and Swearing the wide welking rend.
In dreadfull Din thus rose the Drunken Crew,
Pipes, Glasses, Bottles, Punch Bowls, Flasks o'erthrew;
They gagg'd the Preacher, dash'd him to the ground,
And in a Pipe of Claret, Time was drown'd.
Huzza young Lightfoot cry'd, while in our prime,
Claret can always kill the bugbear Time.
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