Then mounted on his radiant Car he rides,200
And wheels along the Level of the Tides.
As when Sedition fires th’ ignoble Crowd,
And the wild Rabble storms, and thirsts for Blood:
Of Stones, and Brands, a mingled Tempest flies,
With all the sudden Arms that Rage supplies:205
If some grave Sire appears, amid the Strife,
In Morals strict, and Innocence of Life,
All stand attentive; while the Sage controuls
Their Wrath, and calms the Tempest of their Souls.
So did the roaring Deeps their Rage compose,210
When the great Father of the Floods arose.
Rapt by his Steeds, he flies in open Day,
Throws up the Reins, and skims the wat’ry Way.
The Trojans, weary’d with the Storm, explore
The nearest Land, and reach the Lybian Shore.215
Far in a Deep Recess, her jutting Sides
An Isle projects, to break the rolling Tides,
And
