He has, on hearing how that poets bring praise to nations, as in fact he can now understand his Shakespeare to have done, been seen to thump the midriff and rally them for their shyness of it, telling them he doubts them true poets while they abstain from singing him to the world-him, and the things refreshing the centre of him.

Ineffectual is that encouragement.

Were he in the fire, melting to the iron man, the backbone of him, it would be different.

At his pleasures he is anti-hymnic, repellent to song.

He has perceived the virtues of Peace, without the brother eye for the need of virtuousness to make good use of them and inspire the poet.