In mortal terror lest he’d bite him.
On the Statue of an Ox.
So wondrous Myron’s art is shown,
That, by the gods, we vow,
The statue harness wants alone,
To quit its base, and plough.
On Bentley, Milton’s Critic.
Did Milton’s prose, O Charles! thy death defend?
A furious foe, unconscious, proves a friend;
On Milton’s verse does Bentley comment? know,