chap, i.] WEST INDIES. 231 
The loveliest limbs her form compose. 
Such as her sister Venus chose 
In Florence, where she’s seen; 
Both just alike, except the white. 
No difference, no—none at night. 
The beauteous dames between. 
With native ease serene she sat. 
In elegance of charms compleat. 
And ev’ry heart she won : 
False dress deformity may shade, 
True beauty courts no foreign aid : 
Can tapers light the sun?— 
The Pow’r that rules old ocean wide, 
’Twas he, they say, had calm’d the tide. 
Beheld the chariot roll: 
Assum’d the figure of a tar. 
The captain of a man of war. 
And told her all his soul. 
She smil’d with kind consenting eyes;— 
Beauty was ever valour’s prize; 
He rais’d a murky cloud: 
The tritons sound, the sirens sing, 
The dolphins dance, the billows ring. 
And joy fills all the crowd. 
