"Our peril well does the Biscayan note, And tries what often has an evil end;
Lowers down the galley's skiff, and, when afloat, Descends into it, and makes me descend:
Two follow, and a troop would throng the boat, Did not the first prevent them, and defend The entrance with their naked faulchions; we Sever the rope forthwith, and put to sea.
