If After Rude And Boisterous Seas My Wearied Pinnace Here Finds Ease; If So It Be I've Gain'D The Shore, With Safety Of A Faithful Oar; If Having Run My Barque On Ground, Ye See The Aged Vessel Crown'D; What's To Be Done? But On The Sands Ye Dance And Sing, And Now Clap Hands. The First Act'S Doubtful, But (We Say) It Is The Last Commends The Play.