His wondrous weight made the ground to quake,
Th' earth shrunk under him, and seemed to shake:—
There lieth the Oak, pitied of none!
"Now stands the Brere like a lord alone,
Puffed up with pride and vain pleasance;
But all this glee had no continuance:
For eftsoons winter gan to approach;
The blust'ring Boreas did encroach,
And beat upon the solitary Brere;
For now no succour was seen him near.