The  thus their idle Lives begin,
No ancient Lineage boast, or gen'rous Kin.
When prest by mighty  the swelling Clouds
From their moist Fleeces pour the noisy Floods,
Collected Show'rs their falling Forces joyn,
Beat on the Deep, and bubble up the Brine.
The Waves diluted with the tastless Rain
Vext raise their Foam, and stir the chafing Main.
Soon new-created Shoals of  play,
Shine on the Waves, and brighten all the Sea.
By unknown Loves, and Ways uncommon bred
All o'er the Seas the thronging Legions spread.