IX.
But when the Boysterous Seas, With Roaring Waves resumes this Cell, You'd swear the Thunders there did dwell. So lowd he makes his Plea; So Tempests bellow under ground, And Ecchos multiply the Sound! This is the place I chose, Changeable like my Woes, Now calmly Sad, Then Raging Mad, As move my Bitter Throwes.