His majesty desired I would take some opportunity of bringing all the rest of his enemy's ships into his ports. And so unmeasurable is the ambition of princes, that he seemed to think of nothing less than reducing the whole empire of Blefuscu into a province, and governing it by a viceroy; of destroying the Big-Endian exiles, and compelling that people to break the smaller end of their eggs, by which he would remain the sole monarch of the whole world. But I endeavored to divert him from his design, by many arguments drawn from the topics of policy as well as justice; and I plainly protested that I "would never be an instrument of bringing a free and brave people into slavery;" and when the matter was debated in council, the wisest part of the ministry were of my opinion. A LILLIPUTIAN ODE TO THE MAN-MOUNTAIN _By Jonathan Swift_ In amaze, Lost, I gaze! Can our eyes Reach thy size? May my lays Swell with praise! Worthy thee! Worthy me! Muse, inspire All thy fire. Bards of old Of him told, When they said Atlas' head Propt the skies: See, and believe your eyes. See him stride Valleys wide: Over woods, Over floods, When he treads, Mountains' heads Groan and shake; Armies quake, Lest his spurn Overturn Man and steed: Troops take heed! Left and right, Speed your flight! Lest an host Beneath his foot be lost. Turn'd aside From his hide, Safe from wound Darts rebound; From his nose Clouds he blows; When he speaks, Thunder breaks! When he eats, Famine threats; When he drinks, Neptune shrinks! Nigh thy ear, In mid air, On thy hand Let me stand; So shall I, Lofty poet, touch the sky. AMONG THE BROBDINGNAGIAN GIANTS _By Jonathan Swift_