Dr. _Trapp_,

"--O Æolus (for thee
The Sire of Gods, and King of Men impow'rs
To smooth the Waves, or raise them with the Wind.)

Mr. _Pit_,

"--Since mighty _Jove_,
The King of Men, and Sire of Gods above,
Gives thee, great _Æolus_, the Power to raise
Storms at thy sovereign Will, and smooth the Seas.

Again,

"_Sit ait, & dicto citius tumida æquora placat,
Collectasque fugat nubes, solemque reducit._

Dr. _Trapp_,

"So spake the God, and sooner than he spoke
Appeas'd the tossing of the Waves, dispell'd
The Clouds collected, and restor'd the Sun.

Mr. _Pit_,

"He spoke, and speaking chas'd the Clouds away:
Hush'd the loud Billows, and restor'd the Day.