Peculiar instances are gusts offered by schisms,
Fineries, armadas of fineries, and those passengers of the ships.
A sea of tranquil setting obtains the queue so vivid
In the act of satanic worship, after us, and all the people on board.
Embarking on a voyage of discovery, a satanic devil is held
In the confines of the ship, or boat, or armada, or navy.
Peculiar dangers await them, for they
Are in the most evil peril, a word we disguise.
Spices are against the Satan, that it morbidly sends
A disease on board to make mutineers and pirates gasp.
The pirates have seized them enough to cry,
The satanic spy conquered them with treachery.
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