The line, too, labours, and the words move slow.
Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main."
Johnson sneers somewhat at the attempt at what he styles "representative metre." He quotes "one of the most successful attempts,"—
"With many a weary step, and many a groan,
Up a high hill he heaves a huge round stone;
The huge round stone, resulting with a bound,
Thunders impetuous down and smokes along the ground."
After admitting that he sees the stone move slowly upward, and roll violently back, he says, "try the same numbers to another sense—
"While many a merry tale and many a song