But he's a man of general learning, and all comes into his play.
"'Twould have done well too if he could have met with a rant or two, worth the observation; such as,
Move swiftly, sun, and fly a lover's pace,
Leave months and weeks behind thee in thy race.
"But surely the sun, whether he flies a lover's or not a lover's pace, leaves weeks and months, nay, years too, behind him in his race.
"Poor Robin, or any other of the Philo-mathematicks, would have given him satisfaction in the point.
If I could kill thee now, thy fate's so low,
That I must stoop, ere I can give the blow.
But mine is fixt so far above thy crown,
That all thy men,
Piled on thy back, can never pull it down.
"Now where that is, Almanzor's fate is fixt, I cannot guess; but, wherever it is, I believe Almanzor, and think that all Abdalla's subjects, piled upon one another, might not pull down his fate so well as without piling: besides, I think
