Chosen for [large designs], he had the art
Of winning with his humor, and he went
Straight to his mark, which was the human heart.
Wise, too, for what he could not break, he bent;
Upon his back, a more than [Atlas load],
The [burden of the Commonwealth] was laid;
He stooped and rose up with it, though the road
Shot suddenly downwards, [not a whit dismayed].
Hold, warriors, councilors, kings! All now give place
To this dead Benefactor of the Race.