Be quenched by the overwhelming floods;
When poor Laërtes feels the shock
Of reeling Ithaca, and thinks
That his island realm will be swallowed up:
Then, if the fierce winds die away,
The waves sink back in their quiet depths;
And the sea, which of late the vessels feared,590
Now far and wide with swelling sails
Is overspread, while tiny skiffs
Skim safely o'er its harmless breast;