Lines from Matthew Prior's "Henry and Emma A Poem, Upon the Model of The Nut-brown Maid"

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Did I but purpose to embark
     with thee
On the smooth surface of a
     Summer's Sea
While gentle zephyrs play in
     prosperous gales
And fortune's favors fill the
     swelling sails
But would forsake the ship ever
     makes the shore
When the winds whistle & the tempests