Epigram

Honest Sim and his Wife once to Sea took a Trip,
When a sudden cross Wind overset the light Ship;
Hand in Hand, over Deck, went this Couple together;
Susan sunk like a Stone, Simon swam like a Feather.
Thank my Stars says the Man, (safe escap'd from the Flood)
'Tis a bad Wind, indeed, that blows no Body good.
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