Dashing themselves in rage to Afric’s shore:
In conflict fly the ships to ships around,
By rancour moved. Less violent its store
Of heap’d-up ice in mountains, the South Pole
Emits immense, loud thundering through the waves
To glide, and on the adventurous seaman roll.
Nor with less clamour loosen’d from their caves
Rush the black tempests, when the East and North,
Troubling the heavens enraged in furious war,
And dire encounter, all their strength put forth,