Who shoes the glorious animal with stilts,
A modern Ancient Pistol—"by these hilts!"[588]
LVIII.
Still he excels that artificial hard
Labourer in the same vineyard, though the vine
Yields him but vinegar for his reward.—
That neutralised dull Dorus of the Nine;
That swarthy Sporus, neither man nor bard;
That ox of verse, who ploughs for every line:—
Cambyses' roaring Romans beat at least