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330 I knew the force; and hence the rough sea's pride

Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow.

What noble pomp and frequent have not I

On regal decks beheld! yet in the end

I learn that one poor moment can suffice

To equalize the lofty and the low.

We sail the sea of life—a Calm One finds,

And One a Tempest—and, the voyage o'er,

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

If more of my condition ye would know,

Savona was my birth-place, and I sprang

Of noble Parents: sixty years and three

Lived Ithen yielded to a slow disease.