Professor Schelling exclaims: "Where could the musical Doctor have kept his ears all this time? to propose this measure thus innocently for the drama, when the English stage had been ringing with his 'licentiate iambics' for more than two decades!" The second of the specimens quoted above Campion describes as a dimeter "whose first foote may either be a Sponde or Trochy: the two verses following are both of them Trochaical, and consist of foure feete, the first of either of them being a Spondee or Trochy, the other three only Trochyes. The fourth and last verse is made of two Trochyes. The number is voluble and fit to expresse any amorous conceit." (See also another of Campion's measures, in Part One, p. 27.)[43] In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries few, if any, notable English poems were written in the classical measures. Goldsmith, in one of his essays (xviii, on Versification), maintained the possibility of reducing English words to the classical prosody, and said: "We have seen several late specimens of English hexameters and sapphics so happily composed that, by attaching them to the idea of ancient measure, we found them in all respects as melodious and agreeable to the ear as the works of Virgil and Anacreon, or Horace." But whose these were it seems to be impossible to say. Needy knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order-- Bleak blows the blast;--your hat has got a hole in't, So have your breeches! Weary knife-grinder! little think the proud ones Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike- road, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O!" (CANNING and FRERE: _Sapphics; the Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder_, in the _Anti-Jacobin_, November, 1797). These "Sapphics" were a burlesque of some by Southey in similar stanzas, opening: "Cold was the night wind, drifting fast the snow fell, Wide were the downs and shelterless and naked, When a poor wanderer struggled on her journey, Weary and way-sore." "In this poem," said the _Anti-Jacobin_, not unjustly, "the pathos of the matter is not a little relieved by the absurdity of the metre." O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages; Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel, Starr'd from Jehovah's gorgeous armories, Tower, as the deep-domed empyrean Rings to the roar of an angel onset. (TENNYSON: _Milton; Alcaics._)