Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rocks vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies oer th unbending corn, and skims along the main.