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 With teady hand th' experienc'd Pilot Steers,

And laughs in Northern Waves at Southern Fears,

Defies the two and thirty Hots of Air,

And its compo'd i'th' midt of Elemental War,

All unconcern'd at Natures Quarrels, he,

To his own Ue, applies their Enmity.

The Furious Wind, the Water's Rage,

He wiely joins to his Jut End, the Voyage:

In this he makes their pointed Rage agree,

And forms their Dicord into Harmony.

So jarring Parties in a State,

By the Wie Conduct of the Crown,

Are manag'd to upport the Magitrate,

And fix that Power they truggle to pull down.

Knowledge gives Courage, Science makes Men brave;

Folly drives headlong to the Grave:

For Ignorance and Fear make Cowards run

Into thoe Dangers they'r afraid to hun.

Dicretion only makes Men afe and bold,

While Fears the Remedies withhold;

Fear holds the Gates of Reaon fat,

Shuts out its help, and o the Coxcomb's lot.

The Pilot now, Conummate in his Skill,

Made afe by Nature, mounts the Watry Hill;

Thro' Paths untrod, and Mazes of the Deep,

He Cuts his Guided Coure, the rough, the teep,