"Scarcely was Mongia by our galley doubled, Ere a squall took us on the larboard side, Which round about the clear horizon troubled, And stirred and tost heaven-high the foaming tide.
Smote with a north-west wind, next, ocean bubbled, Which on her other beam the vessel plied:
This evermore increases, with such force, Starboard or larboard, boots not which our course.