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14 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. 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, 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.


 * spoke, and speaking chac’d the Clouds away,

Hush’d the loud Billows, and restor'd the Day. guards the Vessels in the Shock, And heaves ’em from the pointed Rock. He, with his Trident, disengag’d the Ships, And clear’d the, and compos'd the Deeps. Then