Note 305 — Part II—The Worldlings

"While in this park I sing, the list'ning deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear; When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bow'rs With loud complaints, they answer me in showers. To thee a wild and cruel soul is giv'n, More deaf than trees, and prouder than the heav'n! ... The rock. That cloven rock, produc'd thee.... This last complaint th' indulgent ears did pierce Of just Apollo, president of verse; Highly concerned that the Muse should bring Damage to one whom he had taught to sing."—Ibid. pp. 44-45.