“Now on a towering arch of waves we rise,
Heaved on the bounding billows, to the skies.
Then, as the roaring surge retreating fell,
We shoot down headlong to the depths of hell.”

—  Christopher Pitt

Book III, line 761
The Æneid of Virgil (1740)

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