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Book 11. What can thy Mind to this long Journey move? Or needst thou Absence to renew thy Love? Yet, if thou go'st by Land, tho' Grief possess My Soul ev'n then, my Fears will be the less. But ah! be warn'd to shun the watry Way, The Face is frightful of the stormy Sea: For late I saw a-drift disjointed Planks, And empty Tombs erected on the Banks. Nor let false Hopes to Trust betray thy Mind, Because my Sire in Caves constrains the Wind, Can with a Breath their clam'rous Rage appease, They fear his Whistle, and forsake the Seas: Not so; for once indulg'd, they sweep the Main: Deaf to the Call, or hearing, hear in vain; But bent on Mischief bear the Waves before, And not content with Seas, insult the Shore, When Ocean, Air, and Earth at once ingage, And rooted Forests fly before their Rage: At once the clashing Clouds to Battle move, And Lightnings run across the Fields above: I know them well, and mark'd their rude Comport, While yet a Child within my Father's Court: In times of Tempest they command alone, And he but sits precarious on the Throne: The more I know, the more my Fears augment; And Fears are oft prophetick of th' Event. But if not Fears, or Reasons will prevail, If Fate has fix'd the obstinate to fail, Go not without thy Wife, but let me bear My Part of Danger with an equal Share, And present, what I suffer, only fear: Then o'er the bounding Billows shall we fly, Secure to live together, or to die. These Reasons mov'd her warlike Husband's Heart, But still he held his Purpose to depart? For