The gods and their tranquil abodes appear, which no winds disturb, nor clouds bedew with showers, nor does the white snow, hardened by frost, annoy them; the heaven, always pure, is without clouds, and smiles with pleasant light diffused.
LucretiusSweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
Lucretius