Capítulo IV

Great Haven! How frail thy creature Man is made! How by himself insensibly betrayed! In our own strength unhappily secure, Too little cautious of the adverse power,

On pleasure’s flowery brink we idly stray, Masters as yet of our returning way:

Till the strong gusts of raging passion rise, Till the dire Tempest mingles earth an skies And swift into the boundless Ocean borne, Our foolish confidence too late we mourn:

Round our devoted heads the billows beat

And from our troubled view the lessening lands retreat.

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