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 He used to raise a storm in a teapot.
 [Lat., Excitabat enim fluctus in simpulo.]  
 He used to raise a storm in a teapot.
 [Lat., Excitabat enim fluctus in simpulo.] 
 A storm in a cream bowl.
   - James Butler, first Duke of Ormonde,  
 A storm in a cream bowl.
   - James Butler, first Duke of Ormonde, 
 A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
 And blow it to the source from whence it came.
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 A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
 And blow it to the source from whence it came.
  Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
   For every cloud engenders not a storm. 
 The earth is rocking, the skies are riven--
 Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion,
  Is breaking read more 
 The earth is rocking, the skies are riven--
 Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion,
  Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven. 
 At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
 The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
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 At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
 The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
  And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
   The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
    The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet
     Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts,
      And opens wider; shuts and opens still
       Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
        Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar,
         Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal,
          Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth. 
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
 Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
 And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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 Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
 And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
  Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
   Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
    Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
     And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear. 
 O Cicero,
 I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
  Have rived the knotty oaks, and I read more 
 O Cicero,
 I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
  Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
   Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam
    To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds;
     But never till to-night, never till now,
      Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. 
 It is a tempest in a tumbler of water.
 [Fr., C'est une tempete dans un verre d'eau.]  
 It is a tempest in a tumbler of water.
 [Fr., C'est une tempete dans un verre d'eau.]