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 {{ppoem|start=stanza|end=stanza|<>{{sm|23.}} To nearest Ports their shatter'd Ships repair,
 * Where by our dreadful Canon they lay aw'd:

So reverently Men quit the open air,
 * When Thunder speaks the angry Gods abroad.

<>{{sm|24.}} And now approach'd their Fleet from India fraught
 * With all the Riches of the rising Sun:

And precious sand from (e) Southern Climates brought, >>> {{marginNote|margin-width=5|alley-width=0|x-unit=em|margin=right|text=The attempt at Bergen. (e) Southern Climates, Guinny.|w=100%}}
 * (The fatal Regions where the War begun.)

<>{{sm|25.}} Like hunted Castors, conscious of their Store,
 * Their way-laid wealth to Norways coasts they bring:

There first the North's cold bosome Spices bore,
 * And Winter brooded on the Eastern Spring.}

<> By the rich scent we found our perfum'd Prey,
 * Which flanck'd with Rocks, did close in covert lie:

And round about their murdering Canon lay,
 * At once to threaten and invite the Eye.}}