Arrived, they soon begin that tragic play,
And with their smoky cannons banish day;
Night, horror, slaughter, with confusion meets,
And in their sable arms embrace the fleets. 
Through yielding planks the angry bullets fly,
And, of one wound, hundreds together die;
Born under diff’rent stars, one fate they have,
The ship their coffin, and the sea their grave! 50
Bold were the men which on the ocean first
Spread their new sails, when shipwreck was the worst;
More danger now from man alone we find
Than from the rocks, the billows, or the wind. 
They that had sail’d from near th’Antarctic Pole,
Their treasure safe, and all their vessels whole,
In sight of their dear country ruin’d be,
Without the guilt of either rock or sea! 
What they would spare, our fiercer art destroys,
Surpassing storms in terror and in noise. 60
Once Jove from Ida did both hosts survey,
And, when he pleased to thunder, part the fray;

Here, heaven in vain that kind retreat should sound,
The louder cannon had the thunder drown’d. 
Some we made prize; while others, burn’d and rent,
With their rich lading to the bottom went;
Down sinks at once (so Fortune with us sports:)
The pay of armies, and the pride of courts. 
Vain man! whose rage buries as low that store,
As avarice had digg’d for it before; 70
What earth, in her dark bowels, could not keep
From greedy hands, lies safer in the deep,
Where Thetis kindly does from mortals hide
Those seeds of luxury, debate, and pride.

And now, into her lap the richest prize
Fell, with the noblest of our enemies;
The Marquis[2](glad to see the fire destroy
Wealth that prevailing foes were to enjoy)
Out from his flaming ship his children sent,
To perish in a milder element; 80
Then laid him by his burning lady’s side,
And, since he could not save her, with her died. 
Spices and gums about them melting fry,
And, phoenix-like, in that rich nest they die;
Alive, in flames of equal love they burn’d,
And now together are to ashes turn’d;
Ashes! more worth than all their fun’ral cost,
Than the huge treasure which was with them lost. 
These dying lovers, and their floating sons,
Suspend the fight, and silence all our guns; 90
Beauty and youth about to perish, finds
Such noble pity in brave English minds,
That (the rich spoil forgot, their valour’s prize,)
All labour now to save their enemies.

How frail our passions! how soon changed are 95
Our wrath and fury to a friendly care! 
They that but now for honour, and for plate,
Made the sea blush with blood, resign their hate;
And, their young foes endeav’ring to retrieve,
With greater hazard than they fought, they dive. 100