| Things out of perfection sail, |
| And all their swelling canvas wear, |
| Nor shall the self-begotten fail |
| Though fantastic men suppose |
| Building-yard and stormy shore, |
| Winding-sheet and swaddling-clothes. |
| Things out of perfection sail, |
| And all their swelling canvas wear, |
| Nor shall the self-begotten fail |
| Though fantastic men suppose |
| Building-yard and stormy shore, |
| Winding-sheet and swaddling-clothes. |