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That rip'ning nature rolls; as in the stream Irresolute, protract the morning hours.
I's crumbling banks; but what the vital force But let the man whose bones ale to niy ciad,
Of plastic fluids hourly batters down,

With cheerful eate and succulent repait
That very force those plastic particles

Improve his sender habit. Each extreme Rebuild; fo mutable the itare of man.

From the blest mean of sanity departs. For this the watchful appetite was givin,

I could relate what tabic this demands Daily with fresh materials to repair

Or that complexion ; what the raious pou'.. This unavoidable expence of lite,

Of various foods : Put fifty ye..:s weuld run This necellary wake of Heth and blood,

And fifty more, before the tale were done. Hence the concoctive pow'rs, with various art, Befides, there often lurkstome rameless, 113131 Subdue the cruder aliments to chyle ;

Peculiar thing; nor on the skin display'd, The chyle to blond ; the foamy purple ride Felt in the pulse, nor in the habit ften, To liquors, which through: siner arteries Which finds a poiton in the food that mci To di rent parts their winding course pursue ; The temp'rature affects. There are, mens To try new changes, and new forms put on, Impetuous rages thro' the turgid reins, Or for the public, or some private use.

Who better bear the fiery fruits of Ind Nothing to foreign but th'athletic hind Than the moist Melon, or pale Cucumber. Can labour into blood. The hungry meal Of chilly nature others fly the board Alone he fears, or alunents too thin;

Supply'd with laughter, and the vernal porn By viilent pow'rs too easily subdu'd,

For cooler, kinder, sustenance implora. Too soon expell’d. His daily labour thaws Some ev’n the geu'rous nutriment dereft To friendly chyle the most rebellious mass Which, in the ihell, the secping embryo rears: That salt can harden, or the smoke of years; Some, more unhappy ftill, repent he gifts Nor does his gorge the rancid bacon rue, Of Pales; sofi, delicious, and benign ; Nor that which Ceftria fends, tenaceous paste The baliny quintessence of ev'ry dow'r, Of solid milk. But ye of softer clay,

And ev'ry grateful herb that decks the pricgi Infirin and delicate ; and ye who waste

The fost'ring dew of tender (prouting life ; With pale and bloated Noth the tedious day ! The best reflection of declining age; Avoid the stubborn aliinent, avoid

The kind restorative of those who lie The full repast; and Ict fagacious age

Half-dead and panting, from the doubtful ië Giow wiser, lesion’d by the dropping teeth. Of nature struggling in the grasp of death,

Half fubtiliz'd to chyle, the liquid food Try all the bounties of this fertile globe, Rearliest obeys th’affimilating poiv'rs;

There is not such a falutary food And soon the tender vegetable mass

As suits with ev'ry stomach. But (except, Relents ; and soon the young of those that tread Amid the mingled mass of fifh and fos!, The ftcdfast earth, or cleave the greco abyís, And boil'd and bak'd, you hesitate by which Or pathlefs fky. And if the Steer muft fall, You funk oppress’d, or whether not by as) In youth and sanguine vigour let him die; Taught by experience, foon you may dian Nor stay till rigid age or heary ails

What pleases, what offends. Avoid the case Absolve him ill-requited from the yoke, That lull the ficken'd appetite too long i Some with high forage and luxuriant case Or hcave with fev'rish flushings all the face, Indulge the vet’ran ox; but wiler thou, Burn in the palms, and parch the roughini From the bald mountain or the barren downs

tongue ; Expect the flocks by frugal nature fed ; Or much diminish'd or too much increase A race of purer blood, with exercise

Th'expence which nature's wife æconomy, Refin’d, and scanty fare : For, old or young, Without or waste or avarice, maintains ; The stall’d are never healthy, nor the cramın'd. Such cates abjur’d, let pro-vling hunger lockey Not all the culinary arts can tame

And bid the curious palate roam at will; To wholesome food th’abominable growth They scarce can err amid the various ftores Of rest and gluttony; the prudent taste That burst the teeming entrails of the wo:ld. Rejects like bane such loathsome lusciousness. Led by fagacious taste, the ruthless king The languid stomach curses ev'n the pure Of beasts on blood and Naughter only lives; Delicious fat, and all the race of oil:

The tyger, form'd alike to cruel ineals, For more the oily aliments relax

Would at the manger ftarve : Of milder look Its feeble tone ; and with the cager lymph The geu'rous horse to herbage and to grais (Fond to incorporate with all it meets)

Confines his with ; tho' fabling Greece record Covly they mix, and thun with Nipp'ry wiles The Thracian freeds with human carnage Fake The woo'd embrace. Th'irrcfcluble oil, Prompted by infinĉt's never-crring you'l, So gentle late and blandithing, in Hoods Each creature knows its proper aliment; Of rancid bile n'erflows: What tumults hence, But man, th’inhabitant of ev'ry clime, What horrors rise, were nauseous to relate. With all the coinmoners of nature fordi, Chule leanes viands, ye wholc jovial make Directed, bounded, by this pow'r withia, Too fast the gummy nutriment imbibes :. Their cravings are well aim'd: Voluptueus MA Chufe sober meals; and rouse to active life Is by superior faculties midled : Your cumbrous clay; nor on th'enfocbling down, Milled from pleasure er'n in quest of joy.


Sated with nature's boons, what thousands seck, From the crude ore can spin the ductile gold ?
With dishes tortur'd from their native taste, Grols riot treasurca up a wealthy fund
And mad varicty, to spurn beyond

Of plagues : but more iminedicable ills
Its wiler will the jaded appetite!

Attend the lcan extreme. For phylic know's .
Is this for pleasure : Learn a juster taste ; How to disburden the too tumid veins,
And know, that temp’rance is truc luxury. Ev'n how to ripen the half-labour'd blood :
Or is it pride ? Pursue fome nobler aim : But to unlock the elemental tubes,
Dismiss your parasites, who praise for hire, Collaps'd and shrunk with long inanity,
And earn the fair esteem of honest men, (vours, And with balfannic nutriment repair
Whose praise is fame. Form'd of such clay as The dry'd and worn-out habit, were to bid
The sick, the familh’d, shiver at your gates. Old age grow green, and wear a lccond tpring i
Ev'n modeft want may bless your hand unteen, Or the tall ath, long ravih'd from the foil,
Tho'hulh'd in patient wretchedness at home. Thro' wither'd veins imbibe the vernal dew,
Is there no virgin grac'd with ev'ry charm When hunger calls, obey; nor often wait
But that which binds the mercenary vow? Till hunger tharpen to corrosive pain :
No youth of genius, whose neglected bloom, For the keen appetite will feast beyond
Unfofter'd, fickens in the barren shade? What nature well can bcar; and one extreme
No worthy man, by fortune's random blows, Ne'er, without danger, meets its own reverse.
Or by a heart too gen’rous and humane, Too grecdily thi’exhauted veins abturb
Conftrain'd to leave his happy natal feat, The recent chvlc, and load enfeeblcd pow'rs
And sigh for wants more bitter than his own? Oft to th'extinction of the viral Hamc.
There are, while human mileries abound, To the pale cities, by the firm-ict liege
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, And famine humbled, may this versi be borne i
Without one fool or fatt'rer at your board, And hear, ye hardiest fons that Albion breeds!
Without one hour of sickness or disgust. Long tois’d and famith'd on the wint'ry main ;

But other ills th'ambiguous feast pursue, The war fhook off, or hospitable shore (joy:
Besides provoking the lascivious taste.

Attain'd, with temp'rance bear thc shock of
Such various foods, tho' harmlets cach alone, Nor crown with feftive rites th'auspicious day :
Each other violate ; and oft we see

Such fcast inight proveinore fatal than the waves,
What ftrife is brew'd, and what pernicious bane, Than war or famine. While the vital fire
From combinations of innoxious things. Burns fechly, heap not the green fuel on;
Th’unbounded taste I mean not to confine But prudently foment the wand'ring (park
To hermit's diet, needlctly fevere.

Withi what the fooncft feels its kindred touch :
But would you long the fiveets of health enjoy, Be frugal ev'n of that : a little give
Or husband pleasure; at one impious meal At firit ; that kindled, add a little more ;
Exhaust not half the bounties of the year, Till, by delib'rate nourishing, the famc
Of ev'ry realm. It matters not meanwhile Reviy'd, with all its wonted vigour glows.
How much to-morrow ditler from to-day

But tho' the two (the full and the jejunc)
So far indulge: 'tis fit, besides, that man, Exuemes have cach their vice, it much avails
To change obnoxious, be to change inur’d. Ever with gentle tide to ebb and flow
But stay the curious appetite, and taste

From this to that : So naturc learns to bear
With caution, fruits you never try'd before. Whatever chance or headlong appetite
For want of use the kindest aliment

May bring. Befides, a meagre day subdues
Sometimes offends; whild custom tames the rage The cruder clods by foth or luxury
Of poison to mild amity with lifc.

Colleeted, and unloads the wheels of life.
So Heav'n has form'd us to the gen'ral taste Sometimes a coy avcrsion to the cast
Of all its gifts ; so cultom has improv'd Comes on, while yet no blacker omen lowrs ;
'This bent of nature; that few simple foods, Then is a tiine to thun the tempting board,
Of all that earth, or air, or occan yield, Were it your natal or your nuptial day.
But by exccfs offend. Beyond the sense Perhaps a fait fo scafonably starves
Of light refection, at the genial buard

The latent feeds of woe, which rooted once
Indulge not often ; nor protract the feast Might cost you labour. But the day return'd
To dull satiety; till loft and sow

Oi feftal luxury, the wife indulge A drowly death crceps on, th’expansive foul Most in the tender vegetable breed : 1: Oppress’d, and smother'd the celestial fire. Then chicfly when the summer beams infame

The stomach, urg'd beyond its active tone, The brazen heav'ns, or angry Sirius lheds
Hardly to nutrimental chyle fubdues

A fev'rish taint thro' the still gulph of air,
The foftest food; unfinish'd and dcprav’d, The moist cool viands then, and Howing cup
The chyle in all its future wand'rings, owns From the fresh dairy-virgin's lib'ral hand,
Its turbid fountain ; not by purer fireams Will lave vour head from harm, tho'round the
So to be clear'd, but foulness will remain.

To'lparkling wine what ferment can exalt The dreaded *Cautos rolls his wasteful fres.
Th’unripen d grape ! Or what niechanie skill Palc huinid Winter loves the gen'rous board,

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The meal more copious, and a warmer fare, In boundless billows fluctuatcs o'er their plains,
And longs with old wood and old wine to cheer What suits the climate best, what suits the men,
His quaking heart. The seatons which divide Nature profules moft, and most the taste
Th'empires of heat and cold; by neither claim'd, Demands. The fountain, edy'd with racy wine
Influenc'd by both ; a middle regimen Or acid fruit, bedews their thirsty fouls.
Impofe. Thro' autumn's languishing domain The breeze eternal, breathing round their limbs,
Deicending, nature by degrees invites

Supports in elfe intolerable air,
To glowing luxury. But from the depth While the cool palm, the plantain, and the grove
Of winter, when th’invigorating year

That waves on gloomy Lebanon, assuage Einerges; wheu Favonius, fluth'd with love, The torrid hell that beams upon their heads. Toyful and young, in ev'ry breeze descends Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead; More warm and wanton on his kindling bride; Now let me wander thro' your gelid reign. Then, thepherds, then begin to spare your focks, I burn to view th'enthusiastic wilds And learn, with wise humanity, to check By mortal elfe untrod. I hear the din Theluti of blood. Now pregnant earth commits of waters thund’ring o'er the ruin'd cliffs. A various offspring to th’indulgent lky: With holy reverence I approach the rocks (song. Now bountcous nature feeds with lavish hand Whence glide the streams renown'd in ancient The prone creation ; yields u bat once fuffic'd Here from the desart, down the rumbling steep, Their dainty fov'reigo, when the world was First springs the Nile; here bursts the founding Po young;

In ang?y waves; Euphrates hence devolves Ere yet the barb'rous thirst of blood had seiz'd A mighty food to water half the cast; The human breaft. Each rolling month matures And there, in Gothic folitude reclin'd, The food that suits it most; so does each clime. The cheerless Tanais pours his hoary urn.

Far in the horrid realions of Winter, where What folemn twilight! What stupendous thades Th'establish'd ocean heaps a monstrous waste Enwrap these infant floods! Thro' ev'ry nerve Of shining rocks and mountains to the pole, A facred horror thrills, a pleasing fear There lives a hardy race, whole plaineit wants Glides o'er my frame. The forest deepens round; Relentless earth, their cruel step-mother, And, more gigantic itill, th'impending trees Regards not. On the waste of iron fields, Stretch their extravagant arms athwart the gloom. Untain’d, intractable, no harvests wave: Are these the confines of fo:nc fairy world : Pomona hates them, and the clownish god A land of Genii: Say, beyond these wilds Who tends the garden. In this frozen world What unknown nations ! if indeed bevond Such cooling gifts were vain : a fitter mcal Aught habitable lies. And whither leads, Is earn'd with eale ; for here the fruitful spawn | To what strange regions, or of bliss or pain, Of Ocean fwarms, and heaps their genial board That subterraneous way? Propitious maids, With gen'rous fare and luxury profute. Conduct me, while with fearful fteps I tread These are their bread, the only bread they know; This trembling ground. The tak remains to fing These, and their willing Nave, the deer, that crops Your gifts (fo Pron, to the pow'rs of health The fhrubby herbage on the meagre hills. Coinmand) to praise your crystal clement : Girt by the burning Zone, not thus the South The chief ingredient in Heav'n's various works; Her swarthy fons in either Ind maintains : Whose Alexile genius sparkles in the gem, Or thirtty Libya, from whose fervid loins Grows firm in oak, and fugitive in wine ; The lion bursts, and ev'ry fiend that roams The vehicle, the source, of nutriment Th'affrighted wilderness. The mountain herd, And life to all that vegetate or live. Adust and dry, no tweet repast affords :

O comfortable Atreams! With eager lips Nor does the tepid main such kinds produce, And trembling hand the languid thirsty quaff So perfect, so delicious, as the shoals

New life in you; fresh vigour fills their veins. Of icy Zembla. Rafhly where the blood stain No warmer cups the rural

knew ; Brews fev'rith frays; where scarce the tubes fuf- None warmer fought the fires of human kind. Its tumid fervour and tempertuous, course, Happy in temprate peace! Their equal days Kind Nature tempts not to such gifts as these, Felt not th’alternate fits of fev'rith mirth But here in livid ripeness melts the grape : And fick dejcction. Still ferene and pleas'd, Here, finish'd bv invigorating suns,

They knew no pains but what the tender soul Thro' the green fhade the golden orange glows: With pleasure yields to, and would ne'er forget. Spontancous here the turgid melon yields Bless'd with divine immunity from ails, A gen'rous pulp; the cocoa swells on high Long centuries they liv'd; their only fate With milk v riches; and in horrid mail Was ripe old age, and rather sleep than death. The crisp Ananas ivraps its poignant swects. Oh! could thole worthies from the world of gods Earth’s vaunted piogeny: la ruder air Return to visit their degen'rate fons, Too coy tu Nourish, cr'n too proud to live ; How wou!d they scorn the joys of modern time, Or hardly rais’d by artificial fire

With all our art and toil improv'd to pain ! To vapid life. Here, ivith a mother's smile, Too happy they! But wealth brought luxury, Glad Amalthea pours a copious horn :

And luxury on' sloth begot disease. [disdain Here buxom Ceres reigns : Th'autunnal fea Learn temp'rance, friends; and hear without



The Choice of water. Thus the * Coan fage Meantime, I would not always dread the Opin'd, and thus the learn'd of ev'ry school.

bowl, What least of foreign principles partakes Nor ev'ry trespass fhun. The fev'rish strife,

Is best : The lightest hen what bears the touch Rous'd by the rare debauch, subducs, expels ** Of fire the least, and sooneft mounts in air ; The loit'ring crudities that burthen life ; 22,. The most infipid; the most void of smell. And, like a torrent full and rapid, clcars

& Such the rude mountain from his horrid fides Th'obstructed tubes. Besides, this restless world 22. Pours down ; such waters in thc fandy vale Is full of chances, which by habit's pow'r, 200 For ever boil, alike of winter frosts

To learn to bear is easier than to thun. 2. And fummer's heat secure. The crystal stream, Ah! when ambition, meagre love of gold,

Through rocks resounding, or for many a mile Or sacred country calls, with mcllowing winc O’er thc chaf'd pebbles hurl'd, yields wholesome, To moisten well the thirsty fuffrages, pure,

[thaws, Say how, unscafond to the midnight frays 2 And mellow draughts; except when winter of Comus and his rout, wilt thou contend

And half the mountains melt into the tide. With Centaurs long to hardy deeds inúr'd? 2 Tho' thirst were ne'er fo resolute, avoid Then learn to revel; but by Now degrees : 2. The fordid lake, and all luch drowsy floods By now degrees the lib'ral arts are won, : As fill from Lethe Belgia's Now canals And Herculus grew strong. But when you (With rest corrupt, with vegetation green;

smooth Squalid with generation, and the birth

The brows of care, indulge your festive vein Of little monsters !) till the pow'r of fire In cups by well inform'd experience found Has from profane einbraces disengag'd

The least your bane, and only with your friends. The violated lymph. The virgin stream There are sweet follies ; frailties to be seen In boiling, waftes its finer foul in air.

By friends alone, and men of gen'rous minds. Nothing like simple element dilutes

Oh! seldom may the fated hours return The food, or gives the chyle fo toon to flow. Of drinking deep! I would not daily taste, But where the stomach indolently given, Except when life declines, even sober cups. Toys with its duty, aniinate with wine Weak withering age no rigid law forbids,

Th’insipid stream: Tho' golden Ceres yields With frugal nectar, sinooth and slow, with balm
i A more voluptuous, a more sprightly draught; The sapless habit daily to bedew,
Perhaps more active. Wine unmix’d, and all And give the hesitating wheels of life
The gluey floods that from the vex'd abyss Gliblier to play. But youth has better joys :
Of fermentation spring ; with spirit fraught, And is it wise when youth with pleasure flows,
And furious with intoxicating fire;

To squander the reliefs of age and pain? Retard concoction, and preserve unthaw'd What dext'rous thousands just within the goal Th'embody'd mass. You see what countlels Of wild debauch direct their nightly course! years,

Perhaps no fickly qualms bediin their days, Embalm'd in fiery quintessences of wine, No morning admonitions shock the head. The puny wonders of the reprile world, But ah! what woes remain ! Life rolls apace, The tender rudiments of life, the flim

And that incurable disease, old age, Unravellings of minute anatomy,

In youthful bodies more severely felt, Maintain their texture, and unchang'd remain. More sternly activc, shakes their blasted prime,

We curse not wine : the vile excess we blame; Except kind Nature, by foıne hasty blow,
More fruitful than the accumulated board, Prevent the ling'ring fates. For know, whate'er
Of pain and mis'ry. For the subtle draught Beyond its natural fervour hurries on
Faster and lurer livells the vital tide;

The fanguine tide; whether the frequent bowl,
And with more active poifon, than the floods High season'd fare, or exercise to toil
Of grosser crudity convey, pervades

Protracted, spurs to its last stage tir'd life, The far remote meanders of our frame.

And fows the temples with untimely snow. Ah! lly deceiver! Branded o'er and o'er, When life is new, the ductile fibres feel Yer still believ'd ! Exuleing o'er the wreck The heart's increasing force ; and, day by day, Of fober vows t-But the Parnaffian Maids The growth advances ; till the larger tubes, + Another time, perhaps, lhall fing the joys, Acquiring (from their elemental veins, The fatal charins, the many woes of wine; Condens'd to solid chords) a firmer tone, Perhaps its various tribes and various powers. Sustain and just sustain, th'impetuous blood. * Of Hippocrates.

+ See Book iv. In the human body, as well as in those of other animals, the larger blood-vessels are composed of smaller ones; which, by the violent motion and pressure of the fluids in the large velsels, lose their cavities by degrees, and degenerate into impervious chords or fibres. In proportion as these small veliels become folid, the larger muft of course grow less extensible, more rigid, and make a stronger resistance to the action of the heart and force of the blood. From this gradual condensation of the smaller vessels, and confequens rigidity of the larger ones, ihe progress of the human body, from infancy to old age, is acCounted for,


Here stops the growth. With overbcaring pulse | Not to debilitate with timorous rules
And preisure, still the great destroy the small; A hardy frame, nor necdlessly to brave
Sui!l with the ruins of the small grow strong. Unglorious dangers, proud of mortal strength,
Life glows meantime amid the grinding force Is all the lesson that in wholesome years
Of viscuous fluids and elastic tubes ;

Concerns the strong. His care were ill-bestow'd
Its various functions vig'rously are ply'd Who would with warm effeminacy nurse
By strong machinery; and in solid health The thriving oak which on the mountain's brow
The Man confirm'd long, triumphs o'er disease. Bears all the blasts that sweep the wint'ry haven.
But the full occan ebbs: There is a point, Behold the labourer of the glebe, who coils
By nature fix’d, whence life must downwards In duft, in rain, in cold and sultry skies :
For still the beating tide consolidates (tend; Save but the grain from inildews and the flood,
The stubborn veficls, more reluctant still Nought anxious he what sickly stars afcend.
To the weak throbs of th’ill-supported heart.

He knows no laws by Esculapius given ; This languishing, these strength’ning by degrees He itudies none. Yet him nor midnight fogs To hard unyiclding unclastic bone,

Infeft, nor those envenom'd ihafts that fly Thro' tedious channels the congealing food

When rabid Sirius fires th'autumnal noon. Crawls lazily, and hardly wanders on;

His habit pure with plain and temperate meals, It loiters till: And now it stirs no more. Robust with labour, and by custom steel'd This is the period few attain; the death To ev'ry casualty of varied life; Of nature ; thus (10 Heav'n ordain'd it) life Serene he bars the peevith Eastern blast, Destroys itself; and could these laws have And uninfected breathes the mortal South. chang’d,

Such the reward of rude and sober life; Nestor might now the fates of Troy relate, Of labour such. By health the peasant's toil And Homer live immortal as his song.

Is well repaid, if exercise were pain What does not fade? The tower that long had Indeed, and temp’rance pain. By arts like these stood

Laconia nurs'd of old her hardy Tons; The crush of thunder and the warring winds,

And Rome's unconquer'd legions urg'dtheir way, Shook by thc Now but fure destroyer Time, Unhurt, thro' ev'ry toil, in ev'ry clime. Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its bale,

Toil, and be strong. By toil the flaccid nerves And finty pyramids and walls of brass, Grow firin, and gain a more compacted tone; Defcend: the Babylonian spires are sunk; The greener juices are by toil subdu'd, Achaia, Rome, and Egypt moulder down. Mellow'd, and fubtiliz'd; the vapid old Time shakes the ftable tyranny of thrones, Expellid, and all the rancour of the blood. And tott'ring empires rush by their own weight. Come, my companions, ye who feel the charms This huge rotundity we tread grows old ; Of nature and the year; come, let us stray And all those worlds that roll around the fun; Where chance and fancy leads our roving walk: The sun himself shall die; and ancient Night Come, while the soft voluptuous breezes fan Again involve the desolate abyss,

The fleecy heav'ns, enwrap the limbs with balm, Till the great Father thro? the lifeless gloom And shed a charming languor o'er the soul. Extend his arın to light another world, Nor when bright Winter sows with prickly frost And bid new planets roll by other laws. The vigorous ether, in unınanly wannth For thro' the regions of unbounded space, Indulge at home; nor even when Eurus' blasis Where unconfin’d Omnipotence has rooin,

This way and that convolve the lab'ring woods. Being in various systems, fluctuates stiil My lib'ral walks, fave when the skics in rain Between creation and abhorrd decay:

Or fogs relent, no season thould confine It ever did; perhaps and ever will.

Or to the cloister'd gallery or arcade, New worlds are still emerging from the deep;

Go, climb the inountain: from th'ethereal source The old descending, in their turns to rise. Imbibe the recent gale. The cheerful inorn

Beams o'er the hills; go, inount th’exulting steed.

Already, fee, the deep-mouth'd beagles catch $71. The Art of preserving Health. ARMSTRONG,

The tainted mazes; and, on eager fport

Intent, with emulous impatience try

Each doubtful trace. Or, if a nobler prey
THRO' various toil thadventurous Muse has Delight you more, so chace the defp'rate deer;
But half the toil, and more than half, remains. The vocal forest with the jovial horn,
Rude is her theme, and hardly fit for long; But if the breathless chacc o'er hill 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 lets delightful, the prolific stream
Yet not in vain such labours have we try'd, Affords. The crystal rivulet, that o'er
If aught these lays the fickle healtá confirm. A stony channel rolls its rapid maze,
To you, ye delicate, I write ; for you

Swarms with the silver fry. Such, thro' the I tame my youth to philofophic cares,

bounds And grow still palcr by the midnight lamps. Of pastoral Stafford, runs the brawling Trent;


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