Audacious Winds! without a Pow’r from me,
To raise, at Will, such Mountains on the Sea?
Thus to confound Heav’n, Earth, the Air, and Main?
Whom I–but first I’ll calm the Waves again.185
But if you tempt my Rage a second Time,
Know, that some heavier Vengeance waits the Crime.
Hence; fly with speed; from me your Tyrant tell,
That to my Lot this wat’ry Empire fell.
Bid him his Rocks, your darksome Dungeons, keep,190
Nor dare usurp the Trident of the Deep.
There, in that gloomy Court, display his Pow’r,
And in their Caverns hear his Tempests roar.
He spoke, and speaking chac’d the Clouds away,
Hush’d the loud Billows, and restor'd the Day.195
Cymothoe guards the Vessels in the Shock,
And Triton heaves ’em from the pointed Rock.
He, with his Trident, disengag’d the Ships,
And clear’d the Syrtes, and compos'd the Deeps.
Then
