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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.] 
		
 
	
			 Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
 And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
  Yet read more 
	 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. 
		
 
	
			 The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and 
billows.
 [Ger., Der Sturm ist read more 
	 The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and 
billows.
 [Ger., Der Sturm ist Meister; Wind und Well spielen
  Ball mit dem Menschen.] 
		
 
	
			 Roads are wet where'er one wendeth,
 And with rain the thistle bendeth,
  And the brook cries like read more 
	 Roads are wet where'er one wendeth,
 And with rain the thistle bendeth,
  And the brook cries like a child!
   Not a rainbow shines to cheer us;
    Ah! the sun comes never near us,
     And the heavens look dark and wile. 
		
 
	
			 I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot.  
	 I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot. 
		
 
	
			 When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
 When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
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	 When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
 When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
  When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
   Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth. 
		
 
	
			 Lightnings, that show the vast and foamy deep,
 The rending thunders, as they onward roll,
  The loud read more 
	 Lightnings, that show the vast and foamy deep,
 The rending thunders, as they onward roll,
  The loud winds, that o'er the billows sweep--
   Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul! 
		
 
	
			 Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.  
	 Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.