suage

— […] Anon they move / In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mode / Of flutes and soft recorders — such as raised / To height of noblest temper heroes old / Arming to battle, and instead of rage / Deliberate valour breathed, firm, and unmoved / With dread of death to fligh or foul retreat; / Nor wanting power to mitigate and suage / With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase / Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain / From mortal or immortal minds.