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 ( 2 ) The Tempest. CEASE, rude Boreas, bluſt'ring railer, Lift ye landſmen all to me; Mcſſmates hear a brother ſailor Sing the dangers of the ſea : From bounding billows firſt in motion, When the diſtant whirlwirds riſe ; To the tempeſt troubled ocean, Where the seas contend with fries. Hark, the boatſwain hoarſely bawling, By topſail ſheets and haul-yards stand ; Down top-gallants-quick-be hauling Dow your ſtay-fails, hand, boys hand. Now it freſhens, ſet the braces, The le-top fail-ſheets let go ; Lu, boys, luſſ, don't make wry faces, Up your topſails nimbly clue. Now, all you on down beds ſporting, Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms; Freſh enjoyment, warton courting, Safe from all but love's alarms :