That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all. - William Wordsworth

Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.

For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor... To this tendency of life and manners the literature and theatrical exhibitions of the country have conformed themselves.

The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below.