Dr. _Trapp_,

"So all the hurry of the Ocean ceas'd,
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._

Dr. _Trapp_,

"And with light Wheels upon the Surface rides,

Mr. _Pit_,

"Then mounted on his radiant Carr he rides,
And wheels along the Level of the Tides.

Again,

"_Æole (namque tibi divûm pater atque hominum rex
Et mulcere dedit fluctus, & tollere vento)_