(The late S. D. Szakall and Charles Coburn of the movies had the wonderful wibbly-wobbly jowls that this exercise suggests.)

Doubtless the pleasure is as great / In being cheated, as to cheat. / As lookers-on find most delight, / Who least perceive the juggler’s sleight; / And still the less they understand, / The more admire the sleight of hand.

[…] now, now set free / This essence, not to die, but to become / Part of that awful Presence which doth haunt / The palaces of tyrants, to scare off, / With its grim eyes and fearful whisperings / And hideous sense of utter loneliness, / All hope of safety, all desire of peace, / All but the loathed forefeeling of blank death,

A course was plotted to traverse the ocean.