Still he excels that artificial hard

Labourer in the same vineyard, though the vine

Yields him but vinegar for his reward.—

That neutralised dull Dorus of the Nine;

That swarthy Sporus, neither man nor bard;

That ox of verse, who ploughs for every line:—

Cambyses' roaring Romans beat at least

The howling Hebrews of Cybele's priest.—[589]