Soon as its God appear'd above the Waves:
Who, managing his Steeds in Air serene,
Flies swift with slacken'd Reins and loose Career.
Mr. Pit,
"Then did the roaring Waves their Rage compose,
When the great Father of the Flood arose,
Rapt by his Steeds he flies in open Day,
Throws up the Reins, and skims the watry Way.
"Atque rotis summas levibus pellabitur undas.