"If you, my lords, will listen to my lore, An isle is on our left-hand; and to me It seems that it were well to make that shore Till overblown the tempest's fury be."
To his advice assents the royal Moor, And makes the larboard land, from peril free;
Which, for the sailor's weal, when tempests rise, 'Twixt Vulcan's lofty forge and Africk lies.