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passage ? I fancy the waves begin to work, for 

 my belly I'm sure begins to wamble. See how 

 the wrack of clouds thicken the air, and the un- 

 limited winds rend the sky. Who can judge the 

 result of these surly beginnings, or hope a good 

 issue in the conclusion ? The very body of the 

 sea divides, and opens like a sepulchre to swal- 

 low up the rocks, in whose concealments lie the 

 terrors of death. The deeps to my fancy are 

 broke up ; for my nauseating stomach ebbs and 

 flows with as strong irritations as the ebulitions 

 of the ocean. 



Am. Those tides, I confess, must run violent- 

 ly swift, that are hurried along by such furious 

 agitations ; but for two tides to meet in one sea 

 together, one would think them enough to make 

 an inundation. Yet how soon these lofty winds 

 are supprest by a calm, and every mortal pre- 

 serv'd to a miracle. So that the results of this 

 impetuous storm, proves only a fresh and flou- 

 rishing gale, occasioned by the conflict of winds 

 and water ; which forceth the sea in some mea- 

 sure to be sick, and compels her to vomit, as 

 now she does, those nauseous ejectments, which 

 for ought I know, constrains your stomach to 

 lower and strike sail ; so keep time it may be 

 with the trepidating ocean ; whose irritations, 

 quickened by the universal motion, measure pro- 

 portion with the rest of the creation. So that 



