He hesitates? no other hireShall tempt my sober brains. Whate'erThe goddess tames you, no base fireShe kindles; 'tis some gentle fairAllures you still. Come, tell me truth,And trust my honour—That the name?That wild Charybdis yours? Poor youth!O, you deserved a better flame!What wizard, what Thessalian spell,What god can save you, hamper'd thus?To cope with this Chimaera fellWould task another Pegasus.The sea, the earth, the innumerable sand,Archytas, thou couldst measure; now, alas!A little dust on Matine shore has spann'dThat soaring spirit; vain it was to pass