He straight makes launch the vessel from the marge, And bids put forth the oars from either side:
Nor big nor deeply laden, she, at large, Descends the Saone, transported by the tide.
Care never quits him, though the shifting barge The king ascend, or nimble horse bestride:
This he encounters aye on prow or poop, And bears behind him on his courser's croup;
