Classic Poem

Their ground they stil made good,
And (in their silence and set powers) like faire still clouds they stood,
With which Jove crownes the tops of hils in any quiet day,
When Boreas and the ruder winds (that use to drive away
Aire's duskie vapors, being loose, in many a whistling gale)
Are pleasingly bound up and calme, and not a breath exhale:
So firmely stood the Greeks, nor fled for all the Ilians' ayd.