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 When the big lip and wat'ry eye Tell me the rising storm is nigh; 'Tis then thou art yon angry main, Deform'd by winds, and dash'd by rain; And the poor sailor that must try Its fury, labours less than I. Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make, While love and fate still drive me back, Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way, I chide thee first and then obey. Wretched when from thee, vext when nigh, I with thee or without thee die.