XXXVIII.

_Thou!_ formed to eat, and be despised, and die, Even as the beasts that perish--save that thou Hadst a more splendid trough and wider sty:-- _He!_ with a glory round his furrowed brow, Which emanated then, and dazzles now, In face of all his foes, the Cruscan quire,[418][10.H.] And Boileau, whose rash envy could allow[mj] No strain which shamed his country's creaking lyre, That whetstone of the teeth--Monotony in wire![mk][419]