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As suits with every stomach. But (except, | How much to morrow differ from to day;
Amid the mingled mass of fish and fowl,

So far indulge; 'is fit, besides, that man,
And boil'd and bak'd, you hesitate by which To change obnoxious, be to change inur'd.
You sunk oppress'd, or whether not by all) But stay the curious appetite, and taste
Taught by experience soon you may discern " With caution fruits you never tried before.
What pleases, what ofiends. Avoid the cates For want of use the kindest aliment
That lull the sicken'd appetite too long;

Sometimes offends; while custom tames the Or heave with fev'rish Aushings all the face,

rage Burn ja the palms, and parch the rough'ning of poison to mild amity with lifc. tongue;

So Heaven has form'd us to the general taste
Or much diminish or too much increase

Of all its gifts : so custom has improv'd
Th' expense, which Nature's wise economy, This bent of nature ; that few simple foods,
Without or waste or avarice, maintains.

Of all that earth, or air, or ocean yield,
Such cates abjur'd, let prowling hunger loose, But by excess offend. Beyond the sense
And bid the curious palate roam at wills Of light refection, at the genial board
They scarce can err amid the various stures Indulge not often ; nor protract the feast
That burst the teeming entrails of the world. To dall satiety; till soft and slow

Led by sagacious taste, the ruthless king A drowsy death creeps on, th' expansive soul
Of beasts on blood and slaughter only lives; Oppress'd, and smother'd the celestial fire.
The tiger, form'd alike to cruel meals,

The stomach, urg'd beyond its active tone,
Would at the manger starve: of milder seeds Hardly to nutrimental chyle subdues
The generous borse to herbage and to grain The softest food : unfinish'd and deprav'd,
Confines bis wish ; tho' fabling Greece resound The chyle, in all its future wanderings, owns
The Tbracian steeds with human carnage wild. Its turbid fountain ; not by purer streams
Prompted by instinct's never-erring power, So to be clear'd, but foulness will remain.
Each creature knows its proper aliment;

To sparkling wine what ferment can exalt
But man, th' inhabitant of every clime,

Th’ upripen'd grape? or what mechanic skill With all the commoners of Nature feeds.

From the crude ore can spin the ductile gold ? Directed, bounded, by this power within,

Gross riot treasures up a wealthy fund
Their cravings are well-aim'd : voluptuous man Of plagues: but more immedicable ills
Is by superior faculties misled;

| Attend the lean extreme. For physic knors
Misled from pleasure even in quest of joy, How to disburthen the too tumid veins,
Sated with Nature's boons, what thousands seek, Even how to ripen the half-labour'd blood :
With dishes tortur'd from their native taste, But to unlock the elemental tubes,
And mad variety, to spur beyond !

Collaps'd and shrunk with long inanity,
Its wiser will the jaded appetite!

And with balsamic nutriment repair
Is this for pleasure ? Learn a juster taste ; The dried and worn-ont habit, were to hid
And know that temperance is true luxury. Old age grow green, and wear a second spring;
Or is it pride ? Pursue some nobler aim,

Or the tall ash, long ravish'd from the soil,
Dismiss your parasites who praise for hire ; Thro' wither'd veins imbibe the vernal dew.
And earn the fair esteem of honest men, (yours, When hunger calls, obey; not often wait
Whose praise is fame. Form'd of such clay as Till hunger sharpen to corrosive pain :
The sick, the needy, shiver at your gates.

For the keen appetite will feast beyond
Even modest want may bless your hand unseen, What nature well can bear: and one extreme
Tho' bush'd in patient wretchedness at home. Ne'er without danger meets its own reverse.
Is there no virgin, grac'd with ev'ry charm | Too greedily th' exhausted veins absorb
But that which binds the mercenary vow?

The recent chyle, and load enfeebled powers
No youth of genjas, whose neglected bloom Oft to th' extinction of the vital flame.
Upfoster'd sickens in the barren shade?

To the pale cities, by the firm-set siege No worthy man by fortune's random blows, And famine humbled, may this verse be borne; Or by a heart too generous and huinane, And hear, ye hardiest sons that Albion breeds, Constrain'd to leave his happy natal seat, Long toss'd and famish's on the wintry main; And sigh for wants more bitter thau his own? The war shook off, or bospitable shore There are, while human miseries abound, Attain'd, with temperance bear the shock of joy; A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, Nor crown with festive rites th' auspicious day: Without one fool or flatterer at your board, Such seasts might prove more fatal than the Without one hour of sickness or disgust.

waves, But other ills th' ambiguous feast pursue, Than war or famine. While the vital fire Besides provoking the lascivious taste.

Burns feebly, heap not the green fuel on;
Such various foods, tho' harmless each alone, But prudently foment the wandering spark
Each other violate ; and oft we see

With what the soonest feeds its kindest touch
What strife is brew'd, and what pernicions bane, Be frugal ev'n of that: a litile give
From combinations of obnoxious things.

At first; that kindled, add a little more;
Th' unbounded taste I mean not to confine Till, by deliberate nourishing, the flame
To hermit's diet needlessly severe.

Reviv'd, with all its'wonted vigour glows.
But would you long the sweets of health enjoy, But tho' the two (the full and the jejune)
Or husband pleasure; at one impious meal Extremes have each their vice; it much avails
Exhaust not half the bounties of the year,

Ever with gentle tide to ebb and fow
Of overy realm. It matters not meanwhile From this to that: so nature learns to bear

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Whatever hance or headlong appetite

Adust and dry, no sweet repast affords, May bring. Besides, a meagre day subdues Nor does the tepid main such kinds produce, The cruder clods by sloth or luxury

So perfect, so delicious, as the shoals Collected, and unloads the wheels of life. Of icy Zembla. Rashly where the blood Sometimes a coy aversion to the feast

Brews feverish frays; where scarce the tubes Comes on, wbile yet no blacker omen lours;

sustain Then is the time to shun the tempting board, Its tumid fervour, and tempestuous course; Were it your natal or rour nuptial day.

Kind Nature tempts not to such gifts as these. Perhaps a fast so seasonable starves

But here in livid ripeness melts the grape : 'l belatent seeds of woe, wbich rvoted once Here, finish'd by invigorating suns, Might cost you labour. But the day return'd Thro' the green shade the golden orange glows: Of testal luxury, the wise indulge

Spontaneous bere the turgid melon yields Most in the tender vegetable breed :

A generous pulp: the cocoa swells on high Then chiefly when the summer beams ipfame With milky riches; and in borrid mail The brazen Heavens; or angry Sirius sheds The crisp ananas wraps its poignant sweetse A feverish taint thro' the still gulph of air. Earth's vaunted progeny : in ruder air The moist cool viands then, and flowing cup Too coy to flourish, even 100 proud to live; From the fresh dairy-virgin's liberal hand, Or hardly rajs'd by artificial fire Will save your head from harın, tho'round the To vapid life. Here with a mother's smile world

| Glad Amalthea pours her copious horn. The dreaded causos 3 roll bis wasteful fires. Here buxom Ceres reigus : the autumnal sea Pale humid Winter loves the generous board, In boundless billows fluctuates o'er their plains. The meal more copious, and the warmer fare; What suits the climate best, what suits the men, And longs with old wood and old wine to cheer Nature profuses most, and most the taste His quaking heart. The seasons which divide Demands. The fountain, edg'd with racy rine Th' empires of heat and cold ; by neither Or acid fruit, bedews their tbirsty souls. claim'd,

The breeze eternal breathing round their limbs Influenc'd by both ; a middle regimen

Supports in else intolerable air: Impose. Thro' Autuinn's languishing domain While the cool palm, the plantain, and the grore Descending, Nature by degrees invites

That waves on gloomy Lebanon, assuage To glowing luxury. But from the depth The torrid Hell that beams upon their heads. Of Winter when ih'invigorated year

1X Now come ye Naiads, to the fountains lead; Emerges; when Favonius, Mush'd with love, Now let me wander thro' your gelid reign. Toyful and young, in every breeze descends I burn to view th’enthusiastic wilds More warm and wanton on his kindling bride; | By mortal else antrod. I bear the din Then, shepherds, then begin to spare your Of waters thund'ring o'er the ruin'l cliffs. flocks;

With holy reverence I approach the rocks (song. And learn, with wise humanity, to cheek

Wbence glide the streams renown'd in ancient The last of blood. Now pregnant earth commits | | Here from the desert down the rumbling steep A various offspring to the indulgent sky:

First springs the Nile ; here bursts the sounding Now bounteous Nature feeds with lavish hayd

Io angry waves; Euphrates hence devolves [PO The prope creation; yields what once suffic'd A mighty flood to water half the East; Their dainty sovereign, when the world was | And tbere in Gothic solitude reclind, young;

The cheerless Tanais pours bis hoary urn. Lre vor the barbarous thirst of blood had seiz'd | What solemn twilight! what stupendous shades 'The human breast. - Each roliing month matures | Enwrap these infant foods! thru' every nerre The food that suits it most; so does each clime. I A sacred hormour thrills a pleasing fear Iar in the horrid realms«f Winter, where

Glides o'er my frame. The forest drepens round; Tli' establish'd ocean heaps a inonstrous waste

And more gigantic still th’ impending trees Ofsbining rocks and mountains to the pole,

Stretch their extravagant armsathwart the gloom. There lives a hardy race, whose plainest wants Are these the confines of some fairy world? Relentless Earth, their cruel step-mother,

A land of genii? Say, beyond these wilds Kecaris not. On the waste of iron fields,

What unknown nations? If indeed beyond Untam', intractable, po harvests wave:

Aught habitable lies. And whither leads, l'omona hatcs them, and the clownish god

To what strange regions, or of bliss or pain, Who tends the garden. In this frozen world

That subterraneous way! Propitious maids, Such cooling gifts were vain : a fitter meal

Conduct me, while with fearful steps I tread 1, earn'd with ease; for here the fruitful spawn

ne fruitful spawn This trembling ground. The task remains to sing Of ocean swarms, and heaps their genial board | Your gifts (so Pron, so the powers of bealth With generous fare and luxury profuse.

Command) to praise your chrystal element : These are their bread, the only bread they know : The chief ingredient in Heaven's various works: These, and their willing slave the deer that crops Whose flexile genius sparkles in the gem, The shrubby herbage on their meagre bills. Grows firm in oak, and fugitire in wine ; Girt by the burning zone, not thus the South The vehicle, the source, of nutriment Her swarthy sons in either Ind maintains : And life, to all that vegetate or live. Or thirsty Libya; from whose fervid loins

O comfortable streams with eager lips The lion bursts, and every fiend that roams And trembling hand the languid thirsty quaft Tbi affrighted wilderness. The mountain herd, New life in you; fresh rigour fills their velas,

No varmer cups the rural ages knes ; 3 The burning fever.

x Wordsworth call this a subline


None warmer sought the sires of human kind. 1 Another time perhaps shall sing the joys,"
Happy in temperate peace! their equal days The fatal charms, the many woes of wine;
Felt not th’ alternate fits of feverish mirth, Perhaps its various tribes and various powers.
And sick dejection. Still serene and pleas'd Meantime, I would not always dread the
They knew no pains but what the tender soul

bow), With pleasure yields to, and would ne'er forget. Nor every trespass shun. The feverish strife, Blest with divine immunity from ails,

Rous'd by the rare debauch, subdues, expels Long centuries they liv'd; their only fate The loitering crudities that burden life; Was ripe old age, and rather sleep than death. Avd, like a torrent full and rapid, clears Oh! could those worthies from the world of Gods Th' obstructed tubes. Besides, this restless world Return to visit their degenerate sons,

Is full of chances, which, by habit's power, How would they scorn the joys of modern time, To learn to bear is easier than to shyn. With all our art and toil improv'd to pain! Ah ! when ambition, meagre love of gold, Too happy they! but wealth brought luxury, Or sacred country calls, with mellowing wine And luxury on sloth begot discase.

To moisten well the thirsty suffrages; Learn temperance, friends; and hear without Say how, unseason'd to the midnight frays disdain

Of Comus and bis rout, wilt thou contend The choice of water. Thus the Coan sage 4 | With Centaurs long to hardy deeds inur'd ? Opin'd, and thus the learn'd of every school. | Then learn to revel ; but by slow degrees : What least of foreign principles par takes By slow degrees the liberal arts are won; Is best : the lightest then; what bears the touch and Hercules grew strong. But when you smooth Of fire the least, and soonest mounts in air; The brows of care, indulge your festive vein The most insipid ; the most void of smell. In cups by well-inform'd experience found. Such the rude mountain from his horrid sides | The least your bane : and only with your friends. Pours down ; such waters in the sandy vale There are sweet follies ; frailties to be seen For ever boil, alike of winter frosts

By friends alone, and men of generous minds. And summers heat secure. The crystal stream, Oh! seldom may the fated hours return Thro' rocks resounding, or for many a mile Of drinking deep! I would not daily taste, O'er the chaf'd pebbles burl'd, yields wholesome, Except when life declines, even sober cups. pure,

Weak withering age po rigid lax forbids, And mellow draughts ; except'when winter thaws,* With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balın, And half the mountains melt into the tide. The sapless habit daily to bedew, Tho' tbirst were e'er so resolute, avoid

And give the besitating wheels of life The sordid lake, and all such drowsy floods Gliblier to play. But youth has better joys; As fill from Lethe Belgia's slow canals;

And is it wise when youth with pleasure flows, (With rest corrupt, with vegetation green; To squander the reliefs of age and pain! Squalid with generation, and the birth

What dextrous thousands just within the goal of little monsters ;) till the power of fire Of wild debauch direct their nightly course! Has from profane embraces disengag'd

Perhaps no sickly qualms bedim their days, The violated lymph. The virgin stream

No morning admonitions shock the head. In boiling wastes its finer soul in air.

But, ah! what woes remain ! life rolls apace Nothing like simple element dilutes

And that incurable disease, old age, The food, or gives the chyle so soon to flow. In youthful bodies more severely felt, But where the stomach indolent and cold More sternly active, shakes their blasted prime; Toys with its duty, animate with wine

Except kind Nature by some hasty blow Th’insipid stream: tho golden Ceres yields Prevent the lingering fates. For know, whate'er A more voluptuous, a more sprightly draught; Beyond its natural feryour burries on Perbaps more active. Wine unmix'd, and all the sanguine tide; whether the frequent bowl, The gluey floods that from the vex'd abyss High-season'd fare, or exercise to toil Of fermentation spring ; with spirit fraught, Protracted; spurs to its last stage tir'd life, And furious with intoxicating fire;

And sows the temples with untimely snow.
Retard concoction, and preserve unthaw'd When life is new the ductile fibres feel
Th' embodied mass. You see what countless The heart's increasing force ; and, day by day,
Embalm'd in fiery quintessence of wine, (years, The growth advances : 'till the larger tubes
The puny wonders of the reptile world,

Acquiring (from their clemental veins ,
The tender rudiments of life, the slim
Uuravellings of mivute anatomy,

5 See Book IV. Maintain their texture, and unchang'd remain. In the human body, as well as in those of

We curse not wine : the vile excess we blame; other animals, the larger blood-vessels are comMore fruitful than th' accumulated board, posed of smaller ones; which, by the violent mo. Of pain and misery. For the subtle draught (tion and preşsure of the fluids in the large vessels, Faster and surer swells the vital tide ;

lose their cavities by degrees, and degenerate into And with more active poison than the foods impervious chords or fibres. In proportion as Of grosser crudity convey, pervades

these small vessels become solid, the larger must The far remote meanders of our frame.

of course becomie less extensile, more rigid, and Ah! sly deceiver ! branded o'er and o'er, make a stronger resistance to the action of the Yet still believ'd ! exulting o'er the wreck heart, and force of the blood. From this graOf sober yows 1-But the Parnassian maids dual condensation of the smaller vessels, and con• Hippocrates.

sequent rigidity of the larger ones, the progress of

Condens'd to solid chords) a firmer tone, | If aught these lays the fickle health confirm
Sustain, and just sustain, th' impetuous blood. To you, ye delicate, I write; for you
Here stops the growth. With overbearing pulse | I tame my youth to philosophic cares,
And pressure, still the great destroy the small; And grow still paler by the midnight lamps.
Still with the ruins of the small grow strong. Not to debilitate with timorous rules
Life glors meantime, amid the grinding force A hardy frame: nor needlessly to brave
Of viscous fluids and elastic tubes ;

Inglorious dangers, proud of mortal strength, Its various functions vigorously are plied

Is all the lesson that in wholesome years By strong machinery; and in solid health Concerns the strong. His care were ill bestow'd The man confirm'd long triumphs oer disease. Who would with warm effeminacy nurse But the full ocean ebbs: there is a point,

The thriving oak which on the mountain's brow By Nature fix'd, when life must downward tend. Bears all the blasts that sweep the wint'ry HeaFor still the beating tide consolidates

ven. The stubborn vessels, more reluctant still

Behold the labourer of the glebe, who toils To the weak throbs of th’ill supported heart. In dust, in rain, in cold and sultry skies! This languishing, these strength’ning by degrees Save but the grain from mildews and the food, To hard unyielding upelastic bone,

Nought anxious he what sickly stars ascend. Thro' tedious channels the congealing food | He knows no laws by Esculapius given; Crawls lazily, and hardly wanders on ; | He studies done. Yet him nor midnight fogs It loiters still ; and now it stirs no more. Infest, nor those envenom'd shafts that fiy This is the period few attain ; the death

When rabid Sirius fires th’autumnal noon.
Of Nature; thus (so Heaven ordain'd it) life His habit pure with plain and temperate meals,
Destroys itself; and could these laws have | Robust with labour, and by custom steel'd

To every casualty of varied life;
Nestor might now the fates of Troy relate; Serene he bears the peevish eastern blast,
And Homer live immortal as his song.

And upinfected breathes the mortal south. What does not fade? the tower that long had Such the reward of rude and sober life; stood

Of labour such. By health the peasant's toil The crush of thunder and the warring winds, Is well repaid ; if exercise were pain Shook by the slow, but sure destroyer, Time, Indeed, and temperance pain. By arts like these Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base. Laconia nurs'd of old her hardy sons; (way, And flinty pyramids, and walls of brass, And Rome's unconquer'd legions urg'd their Descend: the Babylonian spires are sunk; | Unburt, through every toil in every clinie. Achaia, Rome, and Egypt moulder down.

Toil, and be strong. By toil the flaccid perves Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, Grow firm, and gain a more compacted tone; And tottering empires crush by their own weight. The greener juices are by toil subdu'd, This huge rotundity we tread grows old ; Mellow'd and subtiliz'd; the vapid old And all those worlds that roll around the Sun. Expellid, and all the rancour of the blood. The Sun himself, shall die; and ancient Night Come, my companions, ye who feel the charms Again involve the desolate abyss :

Of Nature and the year; come, let us stray Till the Great Father thro' the lifeless gloom Where chance or fancy leads our roving walk: Extend bis arm to light another world,

Come, while the soft voluptuous breezes fan Aud bid new planets roll by other laws.

The fleecy Heavens, enwrap the limbs in balm, For through the regions of unbounded space, And shed a charming languour o'er the soul. Where unconfin'd Omnipotence has room, Nor when bright Winter sows with prickly frost Being, in various systems, fluctuates still

The vigorous ether, in unmanly warmth Between creation and abhorr'd decay:

Indulge at home; nor even when Eurus' blasts It ever did, perhaps and ever will.

This way and that convolve the lab'ring woods. New worlds are still emerging from the deep ; My liberal walks, save when the skies in rain The cld descending, in their turns to rise. Or fogs relent, no season should confine

Or to the cloister'd gallery or arcade.
Go, climb the mountain; from th' ethereal source
Imbibe the recent gale. The cheerful morn

Beams o'er the hills; go, mount th' exulting

steed. HEALTH.

Already, see, the deep-mouth'd beagles catch

The tainted mazes; and, on eager sport

Intent, with emulous impatience try

Each doubtful trace. Or, if a nobler prey THRO’ various toils th’adventurous Muse has

Delight you more, go chase the desperate deer; past;

And through its deepest solitudes awake But half the toil, and more than half, remains.

The vocal forest with the jovial born. Rude is her theme, and hardly fit for song;

But if the breathless chase o'er bill and dale Plain, and of little ornament ; and I

Exceed your strength, a sport of less fatigue, But little practis'd in th' Aonian arts.

Not less delightful, the prolific stream Yet not in vain such labours have we tried, Affords. The crystal rivulet, that o'er

A stony channel rolls its rapid maze, the human body from infancy to old age is ac- Swarms with the silver fry. Such, through the counted for,


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Of pastoral Stafford, runs the brawling Trent; Blest winter nights! when as the genial fire Such Eden, sprung from Cambrian mountains ; ! Cheers the wide hall, his cordial family such

[stream With soft domestic arts the hours beguile, The Esk, o'erhnng with woods; and such the And pleasing talk that starts no timorous fame, On whose Arcadian banks I first drew air,

With witless wantonness to hunt it down : Liddel; till now, except in Doric lays

Or through the fairy-land of tale or song Tun'd to her murinars by her love-sick swains, | Delighted wander, in fictitious fates Unknown in song; though not a purer stream, Engag'd, and all that strikes humanity: Through meadls more flowery, more romantic | Till lost in fable, they the stealing hour groves,

[Hood! Of timely rest forget. Sometimes, at eve Rolls toward the western main. Hail, sacred His neighbours lift the latch, and bless unbid May still thy hospitable swains be blest

His festal roof; while, v'er the light repast, In rural innocence ; thy mountains still

And sprightly cups, they mix in social joy ; Teem with the fleecy race; thy tuneful woods And, through the maze of conversation, trace For ever flourish; and thy vales look gay

Wbate'er amuses or improves the mind. With painted meadows, and the golden grain ! Sometimes at eve (for 1 delight to taste Oft, with thy blooming sons, when life was new, The native zest and flavour of the fruit, Sportive aud petulant, and charm'd with toys, Where sense grows wild and tastes of no manure) In thy transparent eddies have I lav'd :

The decent, honest, cheerful husbandman Oft trac'd with patient steps thy fairy banks, Should drown his labour in my friendly bowl; With the well-imitated fly to hook

And at my table find himself at home. The eager trout, and with the slender line

Whate'er you study, in whate'er you sweat, And yielding rod solicit to the shore

Indulge your taste. Some love the manly foils; The struggling panting prey; while vernal clouds The tennis some; and some the graceful dance. And tepid gales obscur'd the ruffled pool, Others more hardy, range the purple heath, And from the deeps call'd forth the wanton Or naked stubble; where, from field to field, swarms.

The sounding coveys urge their lalxouring flight; Form'd on the Samian school, or those of Indi, Eager amid the rising cloud to pour There are who think these pastimes scarce hu The gun's unerring thunder: and there are mane.

Whom still the meed' of the green archer Yet in my mind (and not relentless 1)

His life is pure that wears no fouler stains. He chooses best, whose labour entertains
But if through genuine tenderness of heart, . His vacant fancy most: the toil you hate
Or secret want of relish for the game,

Fatignies you soon, and scarce improves your You shun the glories of the chase, nor care

limbs. To haunt the peopled stream ; the garden yields As beauty still has blemish, and the mind A soft amusement, an humane delight.

The most accomplish'd its imperfect side, To raise th’insipid nature of the ground; Few bullies are there of that happy mould Or tame its savage genius to the grace

But some one part is weaker than the rest : Of careless sweet rusticity, that seems

The legs, perhaps, or arms refuse their load, The amiable result of happy chance,

Or the chest labours. These assiduously,
Is to create ; and gives a god-like joy,

But gently, in their proper arts employ'd,
Which every year improves. Nor thou disdain Acquire a vigour and springy activity,
To check the lawless riot of the trees,

To which they were not born. But weaker parts
To plant the grove, or turn the barren mould. Abhor fatigue and violent discipline.
O happy he! whom, when bis years deciine,

Begin with gentle toils; and as your nerves (His fortune and his fame by worthy means

Grow firm, to hardier by just steps aspire ; Attain'd, and equal to his moderate miod; The prudent, even in every moderate walk, His life approv'd by all the wise and good, At first but saunter, and by slow degrees Even envied by the vain) the peaceful groves Increase their pace. This doctrine of the wise Of Epicurus, from this stormy world,

Well knows the master of the flying steed. Receive to rest; of all ungrateful cares

First from the goal the manag'd coursers play Absolv'd, and sacred froin the selfish crowd. On bended reins; as yet the skilful yonth Happiest of men! if the same soil invites Repress their foamy pride; but every breath A chosen few, companions of his youth,

The race grows warmer, and the teinpest swells, Once fellow-rakes perhaps, now rural friends; Till all the fiery mettle has its way, With whom in easy commerce to pursue

And the thick thunder hurries o'er the plain. Nature's free charms, and vie for sylvan fame : When all at once from indolence to toil A fair ambition ; void of strife or guile,

You spring, the fibres by the hasty shock Or jealousy, or pain to be outilone.

Are tir'd and crack'd, before their unctuous Who plans th' enchanted garden, who directs

coats, The visto best, and best conducts the stream : | Compress'd, can pour the lubricating balm, Whose groves the fastest thicken and ascend; Besides, collected in the passive veins, Whom first the welcome Spring salutes; who | The purple mass a sudden torrent rolls, shows

O'erpowers the heart, and deluges the lungs , The earliest bloom, the sweetest proudest charms With dangerous inundation : oft the source Of Flora; who best gives Pomona's juice To match the sprightly genius of champagne. This word is much used by some of the old Thrice happy days! in rural business past: English poets, and signifies reward or prize. VOL, XVI.


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