Such was the fatal present from above, And such the will of cloud compelling Jove: And now unnumbered woes o’er mortals reign Alike infected is the land and main; O’er human race distempers silent stray, And multiply their strength by night and day! […] Thou hollow-sounding, and mysterious main! […] what wealth untold, Far down, and shining thro’ their stillness lies; Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies; Sweep o’er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main;                                Earth claims not these again! […] A nymph presides, nor practised in the chase, Nor skilful at the bow, nor at the race; Of all the blue-eyed daughters of the main, The only stranger to Diana’s train; Her sisters often, as ’tis said, would cry ‘Fye, Salmaeis, what always idle! […] “The shepherd of the seas, a prophet, and a god, High o’er the main, in watery pomp he rides, His azure car and finny coursers guides.