Come, let us make a bowl of punch, and we’ll forget all that; d’ye see what charming weather ’tis now?” To make short this sad part of my story, we went the way of all sailors; the punch was made and I was made half drunk with it: and in that one night’s wickedness I drowned all my repentance, all my reflections upon my past conduct, all my resolutions for the future.
Vedete che bel tempo fa adesso?» Per accorciare questa trista parte della mia storia, facemmo come tutti i marinai: il punch fu apparecchiato, io m’ubbriacai, e negli stravizzi di quell’unica notte affogai tutto il mio pentimento, tutte le mie considerazioni su la mia passata condotta, tutti i miei fermi propositi per l’avvenire.