To her, the Storm ceasing

How Neptune smiles to view this Deitie
Which all the hoarie Gods amaz'd to see,
Are at a stand and cannot move
When they behold this Queen of Love!

Thy brow not wrinkled now with fear, the sea
Resumes its smoothness by a Sympathie:
And whilst thou smil'st the rougher main
Is levell'd to a verdant plain.

A happy Halcyon calmness sits upon
The equal face of all the Ocean:
And not a wave his head dares show
While thus in triumph you do go.

With such fair Wind and Weather, oh let me
Sail alwaies! and I ne'r shal sea-sick be!