The Prospect.
FRom a tall Praecipice on the Sea-side,
A Rev'rend Hermite view'd the spreading Tide:
The Flood tho curl'd with a becoming Wave,
No Sign of any rising Tempest gave.
A goodly Ship was coasting by the Place,
Like a proud Courser foaming in her Pace:
With flatt'ring Courtship the lascivious Gails
Her Streamers furle, and wanton in her Sails.
The Waves divide to give the Pageant way;
Then closing, with rais'd Heads the Pomp survey.
Whilst the grave Man this Spectacle intends,
Pleas'd with the Scene a suddain Storm descends,