Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow, You cataracts and hurricanoes, spoutTill you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head; and thou all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th'world,