The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power