They unmercifully bundled me and my gallant second into our own hackney coach.

In the Straits of Malacca one encounters a squall every night; there they are known by the name of Sumatras, crossing as they do from the island bearing that name.

Thou rear'st thy stately neck, / And, while I list, thou flarest in men's eyes / A gorgeous queen; […]

Yet there the timbrelled hymn / Rings to Osiris […]