Swoops from the mountain in his pride of strength,
And hurries off on high the sheep and hare;
But, when he's aged, sits him dully down
Upon some temple's top, weak, lean, and starved;
And this is thought a direful prodigy.
And Laïs would be rightly reckon'd one;
For when she was a nestling, fair and youthful,
The guineas made her fierce; and you might see
E'en Pharnabázus easier than her.
But now that her years are running four-mile heats,