Excerpt from The Works of Virgil, Vol. 2What gusts of weather from that gath'ring cloud My thoughts presa e Ere yet the tempest Stand to your tack e, mates, and stretch your oars, Contract your swelling sails, and lufi' to wind. The frighted crew perform the task assign'd. Then, to his fearless chief, Not beav'o (said he) Though Jove himself should promise italy, Can stem the torrent of this raging sea. Mark, how 'the shifting winds from west arise, And what collected night involves the skies!Nor can our shaken vessels live at sea, Much less against the tempest force their way.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.