Arise, ye subterranean Winds,
More to distract their guilty minds;
And all ye filthy damps and vapours rise,
Which use t'infect the earth, and trouble the skies.
Rise you who from devouring plagues have birth,
You that i'th'vast and hollow womb of earth
Engender earthquakes, make whole countries shake,
And stately cities into deserts turn;
And you who feed the flames by which earth's entrails burn,
Ye raging winds, whose rapid force can make
All but the fix'd and solid centre shake: 
Come drive these wretches to that part o'th'isle
Where nature never yet did smile;
Cause fogs and strorms, whirlwinds and earthquakes there,
There let 'em howl, and languish in despair:
Rise and obey the powerful Prince o'th'Air.