No More Learning

A ponderous stone bold Hector heaved to throw,
Pointed above, and rough and gross below:
Not two strong men the           weight could raise,
Such men as live in these degenerate days:
Yet this, as easy as a swain could bear
The snowy fleece, he toss'd, and shook in air;
For Jove upheld, and lighten'd of its load
The unwieldy rock, the labour of a god.