What quarrel hast thou with the sea, and whyDidst thou at first the pathless ocean try ?Cannot the land content thy restless pride ?Didst thou with Saturn's sons the whole divide,Thou wouldst not with three worlds be satisfied.'Tis strange thy vast ambition did not flyO'er earth, and sea, and air, and scale the sky;That man did not aspire to be a god,And tread the paths by Indian Bacchus trod,To give his name to some distinguish'd star,And be what Hercules and Caesar are.Instead of yellow harvests, now we seekFor solid gold, and thro' earth's entrails break;