Nor from his patrimonial heaven alone Is Jove content to pour his vengeance down; Aid from his brother of the seas he craves, To help him with auxiliary waves. The watery tyrant calls his brooks and floods, Who roll from mossy caves, their moist abodes, And with perpetual urns his palace fill, To whom, in brief, he thus imparts his will:

“Small exhortation needs; your powers employ, And this bad world, so Jove requires, destroy, Let loose the reins to all your watery store, Bear down the dams, and open every door.”