'Twas that God, whose sovereign power
Did the lion's fury 'suage,
Could alone, in one short hour,
Still the persecutor's rage.
"The True Heroes : Or, The Noble Army Of Martyrs" by Hannah More
But I'll not sigh one blast or gale
To swell my sail,
Or pay a tear to 'suage
The foaming blue god's rage;
For whether he will let me pass
Or no, I'm still as happy as I was.
"To Lucasta, Going Beyond the Seas" by Richard Lovelace