SONG. (This life is like a troubled sea)

This life is like a troubled sea, Where, helm a weather or a lea, The ship will neither stay nor wear, But drives, of every rock in fear;

All seamanship in vain we try, We cannot keep her steadily: But, just as fortune's wind may blow, The vessel's tosticated to and fro; Yet, come but love on board, Our hearts with pleasure stor'd, No storm can overwhelm, Still blows in vain The hurricane, While he is at the helm.