And what was mute, grows vocal in his praise;
While ancient deities are all forgot,
Sleep in contempt, and unmolested rot.
When Jupiter enrag’d can storm no more,
Nor Neptune roll his billows to the shore;
When Egypt’s dogs no linen-priests surround,
And leeks unhonour’d cloath her fertile ground[*];
Wise Persia’s god majestic keeps his sphere[†],
Whom rolling worlds with all their tribes revere.
Be calm, ye storms; ye tempests, rage no more,