Storms at thy sov'reign Will, and smooth the Seas.
"He spake, and speaking chas'd the Clouds away,
Hush'd the loud Billows, and restor'd the Day.
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"Mean time the Goddess on Ascanius throws,
A balmy Slumber and a sweet Repose.
Lull'd in her Lap to Rest, the Queen of Love,
Convey'd him to the soft Idalian Grove.
Pit's 1st Æneid.