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By sea such tempests, such sore injury, with Death so often showing near and sure!
By land such warfare, such foul treachery, so much of curst necessities t’ endure!
Ah! where shall weary man take sanctuary, where live his little span of life secure? and ’scape of Heav’n serene th’ indignant storms that launch their thunders at us earthen worms?