Nor old Alethes his strong Galley saves,165
And Abas yields to the victorious Waves:
The Storm dissolves their well-compacted Sides,
Which drink at many a Leak the hostile Tides.
Mean time great Neptune from beneath the Main,
Heard the loud Tumults in his wat’ry Reign,170
And saw the furious Tempest wide around
Work up the Waters, from the vast Profound.
Then for his liquid Realms alarm’d, the God
Lifts his high Head above the stormy Flood,
Majestic and serene; he rolls his Eyes;175
And scatter’d wide the Trojan Navy spies,
Opprest by Waves below, by Thunders from the Skies.
Full well he knew his Sister’s endless Hate,
Her Wiles and Arts to sink the Trojan State.
To Eurus, and the Western Blast, he cry’d,180
Does your high Birth inspire this boundless Pride,
Audacious
