Was raised, or yards were bent; a silent crew

Drew down the sails which hung upon the ropes,

Nor shook the mighty cables, lest the wind

Should sound upon them. But the chief, in prayer,

Thus spake to Fortune: "Thou whose high decree

Has made us exiles from Italia's shores,

Grant us at least to leave them." Yet the fates

Hardly permitted, for a murmur vast

(Editor：law)