Ode To Quinbus Flestrin, The Man Mountain,[87]By Titty Tit, Poet-Laureate To His Majesty Of Lilliput. Translated Into English.

In amaze     Lost I gaze!     Can our eyes     Reach thy size!     May my lays     Swell with praise,     Worthy thee!     Worthy me!     Muse, inspire     All thy fire!     Bards of old     Of him told.     When they said     Atlas' head     Propp'd the skies:     See! and believe your eyes!     See him stride     Valleys wide,     Over woods,     Over floods!     When he treads,     Mountains' heads     Groan and shake:     Armies quake:     Lest his spurn     Overturn     Man and steed,     Troops, take heed!     Left and right,     Speed your flight!     Lest an host     Beneath his foot be lost!     Turn'd aside     From his hide     Safe from wound,     Darts rebound.     From his nose     Clouds he blows:     When he speaks,     Thunder breaks!     When he eats,     Famine threats!     When he drinks,     Neptune shrinks!     Nigh thy ear     In mid air,     On thy hand     Let me stand;     So shall I,     Lofty poet! touch the sky.