As when sweet Venus, (so the fable sings)
Awak'd by Nereids from the Ocean springs;
With smiles she sees the threat'ning billows rise,
Spreads smooth the surge, and clears the louring skies;
Light, o'er the deep, with flutt'ring Cupids crown'd,
The pearly couch and silver turtles bound;
Her tresses shed ambrosial odours round.