Against each other beating, sweep
Off to the Herculean Strait;
In horror heaven is clouded o’er,
Lashing the seas the north winds roar,
In shame infuriate.
Of its own rage, the foaming brine,
Is born the tempest, fearful sign
Of more disastrous night;
Mars at the view restrains his cry;
Bark Scylla and Charybdis high,