Treacherous in calm and terrible in storm,     Who shall put forth on thee,     Unfathomable sea?” […] The God for ever great, for ever king, Who slew the earth-born race, and measures right To heaven’s great habitants. […] think of Ariadne’s utter trance, Crazed by the flight of that disloyal traitor, Who left her gazing on the green expanse, That swallowed up his track; oh! […] Who has another care when thou hast smiled? […] “Whoe’er thou art, thy master see, Who was, or is, — or is to be.”