And Albion's Cliffs resound the rural Lay.
You, that too wise for Pride, too good for Pow'r
Enjoy the Glory to be great no more.
Mr. Pitt has the following Lines in his 2d Æneid.
"So when an aged Ash, whose Honours rise
From some steep Mountain tow'ring to the Skies,
With many an Axe by shouting Swains is ply'd,
Fierce they repeat the Strokes from every Side;
The tall Tree trembling, as the Blows go round,
Bows the high Head, and nods to every Wound.