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 The Thirts of Honour Generous Minds bewitch,

And Danger tempts the Brave, as Gold the Rich.

'Twas Courage firt that ventur'd out to Sea,

Young in Experience, as Philoophy.

Noah himelf had certainly been drown'd,

Had not his Courage, as his Faith, been ound.

Hail Caledonia, by vat Seas embrac't;

Thoe Seas for Glory, Wealth and Terror plac't.

Dreadful in Fame, to thee familiar grown,

Suited to no mens Temper like thy own.

The bounteous Ocean fraught with native Gold,

Sav'd it for thee; by its own Cure, the Cold.

Had not the Storms and Tempets govern'd here,

And fenc'd this long hid Treaure round with Fear,

Pat Ages had thy rifled Store decreat,

And Foreign Nations all thy Wealth poet.

Wealth that well uits a hardy Race like thine,

That dares through Storms and Death purue the Mine.

Wealth hid from Cowards, and the fainting Hand,

Scar'd with the Sea's content to tarve by Land.