Epodes 10 (Creech): Mala Soluta

THat cursed Ship that stinking Maevius bore
With an ill Omen left the Shore;
South-wind, besure, you raise the swelling Tides
And stoutly beat her feeble sides,
You East-wind turn the Sea and break the Oars,
And whirl her Sails to distant shores,
The North-wind rage as when he tears the Woods
On lofty Hills, and toss the Floods:
No Friendly Star shine thro the Cloudy Night
But sad Orion's watry light:
Hah! let him now no smoother Waves enjoy
Than those that tost the Greeks from Troy,
When Pallas hatred from the flaming Town
On wicked Ajax Ship was thrown.
Hah! Hah! what sweat shall from thy Seamen flow,
And what Death-pale spread o're thy Brow!
What Woman's crys, and what unmanly Tears
What vows to Jove's relentless Ears!
When South-winds rattling o're th' Ionian Tide
Shall beat thy Ship, and break her side
Then if I see thee spread a dainty dish
To hungry Fowl, and greedy Fish,
A Goat and Lamb shall then my Vows perform,
And both shall die to think the Storm.