,,the ,,art ,,of ,,preserving ,,health3 ,a ,,poem4 ,illustration ,,london3 ,printed for ,a4 ,,millar1 opposite to ,katharine-,street in the ,strand4 ,,mdccxliv4 ,price ,four ,shillings sewed4 ,,the ,,art ,,of ,,preserving ,,health4 ,,book ,i4 ,,air4 ,daughter of ,pon1 queen of every joy1 ,,hygeia#a2 whose indulgent smile sustains ,the various race luxuriant nature pours1 ,and on th' immortal essences bestows ,immortal youth2 auspicious1 ,o descend6 #e ,thou1 chearful guardian of the rolling year1 ,whether thou wanton'st on the western gale1 ,or shak'st the rigid pinions of the north1 ,diffusest life and vigour thro' the tracts ,of air1 thro' earth1 and ocean's deep domain4 #aj ,when thro' the blue serenity of heav'n ,thy power approaches1 all the wasteful host ,of pain and sickness1 squallid and deform'd1 ,confounded sink into the loathsom gloom1 ,where in deep ,erebus involv'd the fiends #ae ,grow more profane4 ,whatever shapes of death1 ,shook from the hideous chambers of the globe1 ,swarm thro' the shuddering air3 whatever plagues ,or meagre famine breeds1 or with slow wings ,rise from the putrid watry element1 #bj ,the damp waste forest1 motionless and rank1 ,that smothers earth and all the breathless winds1 ,or the vile carnage of th' inhuman field2 ,whatever baneful breathes the rotten south2 ,whatever ills th' extremes or sudden change #be ,of cold and hot1 or moist and dry produce2 ,they fly thy pure effulgence3 they1 and all ,the secret poisons of avenging heaven1 ,and all the pale tribes halting in the train ,of vice and heedless pleasure3 or if aught #cj ,the comet's glare amid the burning sky1 ,mournful eclipse1 or planets ill-combin'd1 ,portend disastrous to the vital world2 ,thy salutary power averts their rage1 ,averts the general bane3 and but for thee #ce ,nature would sicken1 nature soon would die4 ,without thy chearful active energy ,no rapture swells the breast1 no poet sings1 ,no more the maids of ,helicon delight4 ,come then with me1 ,o ,goddess heavenly-gay6 #dj ,begin the song2 and let it sweetly flow1 ,and let it wisely teach thy wholesom laws3 8,how best the fickle fabric to support 8,of mortal man2 in healthful body how 8,a healthful mind the longest to maintain40 #de ',tis hard1 in such a strife of rules1 to chuse ,the best1 and those of most extensive use2 ,harder in clear and animated song ,dry philosophic precepts to convey4 ,yet with thy aid the secret wilds ,i trace #ej ,of nature1 and with daring steps proceed ,thro' paths the muses never trod before4 ,nor should ,i wander doubtful of my way1 ,had ,i the lights of that sagacious mind ,which taught to check the pestilential fire1 #ee ,and quel the dreaded ,python of the ,nile4 ,o ,thou belov'd by all the graceful arts1 ,thou long the fav'rite of the healing powers1 ,indulge1 ,o ,,mead6 a well-design'd essay1 ,howe'er imperfect3 and permit that ,i #fj ,my little knowledge with my country share1 ,till you the rich ,asclepian stores unlock1 ,and with new graces dignify the theme4 ,,ye who amid this feverish world would wear ,a body free of pain1 of cares a mind2 #fe ,fly the rank city1 shun its turbid air2 ,breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke ,and volatile corruption1 from the dead1 ,the dying1 sickning1 and the living world ,exhal'd1 to sully heaven's transparent dome #gj ,with dim mortality4 ,it is not air ,that from a thousand lungs reeks back to thine1 ,sated with exhalations rank and fell1 ,the spoil of dunghills1 and the putrid thaw ,of nature2 when from shape and texture she #ge ,relapses into fighting elements3 ,it is not air1 but floats a nauseous mass ,of all obscene1 corrupt1 offensive things4 ,much moisture hurts2 but here a sordid bath1 ,with oily rancor fraught1 relaxes more #hj ,the solid frame than simple moisture can4 ,besides1 immur'd in many a sullen bay ,that never felt the freshness of the breeze1 ,this slumbring deep remains1 and ranker grows ,with sickly rest3 and 7tho' the lungs abhor #he ,to drink the dun fuliginous abyss7 ,did not the acid vigour of the mine1 ,roll'd from so many thundring chimneys1 tame ,the putrid salts that overswarm the sky2 ,this caustick venom would perhaps corrode #ij ,those tender cells that draw the vital air1 ,in vain with all their unctuous rills bedew'd2 ,or by the drunken venous tubes1 that yawn ,in countless pores o'er all the pervious skin1 ,imbib'd1 would poison the balsamic blood1 #ie ,and rouse the heart to every fever's rage4 ,while yet you breathe1 away6 the rural wilds ,invite2 the mountains call you1 and the vales1 ,the woods1 the streams1 and each ambrosial breeze ,that fans the ever undulating sky2 #ajj ,a kindly sky6 whose fost'ring power regales ,man1 beast1 and all the vegetable reign4 ,find then some woodland scene where nature smiles ,benign1 where all her honest children thrive4 ,to us there wants not many a happy seat2 #aje ,look round the smiling land1 such numbers rise ,we hardly fix1 bewilder'd in our choice4 ,see where enthron'd in adamantine state1 ,proud of her bards1 imperial ,windsor sits2 ,there chuse thy seat1 in some aspiring grove #aaj ,fast by the slowly-winding ,thames2 or where ,broader she laves fair ,richmond's green retreats1 7,richmond that sees an hundred villas rise ,rural or gay47 ,o6 from the summer's rage ,o6 wrap me in the friendly gloom that hides #aae ,umbrageous ,ham6 ,but if the busy town ,attract thee still to toil for power or gold1 ,sweetly thou mayst thy vacant hours possess ,in ,hampstead1 courted by the western wind2 ,or ,greenwich1 waving o'er the winding flood2 #abj ,or lose the world amid the sylvan wilds ,of ,dulwich1 yet by barbarous arts unspoil'd4 ,green rise the ,kentish hills in chearful air2 ,but on the marshy plains that ,essex spreads ,build not1 nor rest too long thy wandering feet4 #abe ,for on a rustic throne of dewy turf1 ,with baneful fogs her aching temples bound1 ,quartana there presides2 a meagre fiend ,begot by ,eurus1 when his brutal force ,compress'd the slothful ,naiad of the fens4 #acj ,from such a mixture sprung this fitful pest1 ,with feverish blasts subdues the sick'ning land3 ,cold tremors come1 and mighty love of rest1 ,convulsive yawnings1 lassitude1 and pains ,that sting the burden'd brows1 fatigue the loins1 #ace ,and rack the joints1 and every torpid limb2 ,then parching heat succeeds1 till copious sweats ,o'erflow2 a short relief from former ills4 ,beneath repeated shocks the wretches pine2 ,the vigour sinks1 the habit melts away2 #adj ,the chearful1 pure and animated bloom ,dies from the face1 with squalid atrophy ,devour'd1 in sallow melancholy clad4 ,and oft the sorceress1 in her sated wrath1 ,resigns them to the furies of her train2 #ade ,the bloated ,hydrops1 and the yellow fiend ,ting'd with her own accumulated gall4 ,in quest of sites1 avoid the mournful plain ,where osiers thrive1 and trees that love the lake2 ,where many lazy muddy rivers flow3 #aej ,nor for the wealth that all the ,indies roll ,fix near the marshy margin of the main4 ,for from the humid soil1 and watry reign1 ,eternal vapours rise2 the spungy air ,for ever weeps2 or1 turgid with the weight #aee ,of waters1 pours a sounding deluge down4 ,skies such as these let every mortal shun ,who dreads the dropsy1 palsy1 or the gout1 ,tertian1 corrosive scurvy1 or moist catarrh2 ,or any other injury that grows #afj ,from raw-spun fibres idle and unstrung1 ,skin ill-perspiring1 and the purple flood ,in languid eddies loitering into phlegm4 ,yet not alone from humid skies we pine2 ,for air may be too dry4 ,the subtle heaven1 #afe ,that winnows into dust the blasted downs1 ,bare and extended wide without a stream1 ,too fast imbibes th' attenuated lymph ,which1 by the surface1 from the blood exhales4 ,the lungs grow rigid1 and with toil essay #agj ,their flexible vibrations2 or inflam'd1 ,their tender ever-moving structure thaws4 ,spoil'd of its limpid vehicle1 the blood ,a mass of lees remains1 a drossy tide ,that slow as ,lethe wanders thro' the veins1 #age ,unactive in the services of life1 ,unfit to lead its pitchy current thro' ,the secret mazy channels of the brain4 ,the melancholic fiend1 7that worst despair ,of physic7 hence the rust-complexion'd man #ahj ,pursues1 whose blood is dry1 whose fibres gain ,too stretch'd a tone3 ,and hence in climes adust ,so sudden tumults seize the trembling nerves1 ,and burning fevers glow with double rage4 ,fly1 if you can1 these violent extremes #ahe ,of air2 the wholesome is nor moist nor dry4 ,but as the power of chusing is deny'd ,to half mankind1 a further task ensues2 ,how best to mitigate these fell extreams1 ,how breathe unhurt the withering element1 #aij ,or hazy atmosphere3 ,tho' custom moulds ,to every clime the soft ,promethean clay2 ,and he who first the fogs of ,essex breath'd 7,so kind is native air7 may in the fens ,of ,essex from inveterate ills revive #aie ,at pure ,montpelier or ,bermuda caught4 ,but if the raw and oozy heaven offend1 ,correct the soil1 and dry the sources up ,of watry exhalation2 wide and deep ,conduct your trenches thro' the spouting bog2 #bjj ,solicitous1 with all your winding arts1 ,betray th' unwilling lake into the stream2 ,and weed the forest1 and invoke the winds ,to break the toils where strangled vapours lie2 ,or thro' the thickets send the crackling flames4 #bje ,mean time1 at home with chearful fires dispel ,the humid air3 ,and let your table smoke ,with solid roast or bak'd2 or what the herds ,of tamer breed supply2 or what the wilds ,yield to the toilsom pleasures of the chase4 #baj ,generous your wine1 the boast of rip'ning years1 ,but frugal be your cups2 the languid frame1 ,vapid and sunk from yesterday's debauch1 ,shrinks from the cold embrace of watry heavens4 ,but neither these1 nor all ,apollo's arts1 #bae ,disarm the dangers of the dropping sky1 ,unless with exercise and manly toil ,you brace your nerves1 and spur the lagging blood4 ,the fat'ning clime let all the sons of ease ,avoid2 if indolence would wish to live4 #bbj ,go1 yawn and loiter out the long slow year ,in fairer skies4 ,if droughty regions parch ,the skin and lungs1 and bake the thick'ning blood2 ,deep in the waving forest chuse your seat1 ,where fuming trees refresh the thirsty air2 #bbe ,and wake the fountains from their secret beds1 ,and into lakes dilate the running stream4 ,here spread your gardens wide2 and let the cool1 ,the moist relaxing vegetable store ,prevail in each repast3 ,your food supplied #bcj ,by bleeding life1 be gently wasted down1 ,by soft decoction and a mellowing heat1 ,to liquid balm2 or1 if the solid mass ,you chuse1 tormented in the boiling wave2 ,that thro' the thirsty channels of the blood #bce ,a smooth diluted chyle may ever flow4 ,the fragrant dairy from its cool recess ,its nectar acid or benign will pour ,to drown your thirst2 or let the mantling bowl ,of keen ,sherbet the fickle taste relieve4 #bdj ,for with the viscous blood the simple stream ,will hardly mingle2 and fermented cups ,oft dissipate more moisture than they give4 ,yet when pale seasons rise1 or winter rolls ,his horrors o'er the world1 thou may'st indulge #bde ,in feasts more genial1 and impatient broach ,the mellow cask4 ,then too the scourging air ,provokes to keener toils than sultry droughts ,allow4 ,but rarely we such skies blaspheme4 ,steep'd in continual rains1 or with raw fogs #bej ,bedew'd1 our seasons droop2 incumbent still ,a ponderous heaven o'erwhelms the sinking soul4 ,lab'ring with storms in heapy mountains rise ,th' imbattled clouds1 as if the ,stygian shades ,had left the dungeon of eternal night1 #bee ,till black with thunder all the south descends4 ,scarce in a showerless day the heavens indulge ,our melting clime2 except the baleful east ,withers the tender spring1 and sourly checks ,the fancy of the year4 ,our fathers talk #bfj ,of summers1 balmy airs1 and skies serene4 ,good heaven6 for what unexpiated crimes ,this dismal change6 ,the brooding elements ,do they1 your powerful ministers of wrath1 ,prepare some fierce exterminating plague8 #bfe ,or is it fix'd in the ,decrees above ,that lofty ,albion melt into the main8 ,indulgent nature6 ,o dissolve this gloom6 ,bind in eternal adamant the winds ,that drown or wither3 ,give the genial west #bgj ,to breathe1 and in its turn the sprightly north3 ,and may once more the circling seasons rule ,the year2 not mix in every monstrous day4 ,mean time1 the moist malignity to shun ,of burthen'd skies2 mark where the dry champain #bge ,swells into chearful hills2 where ,marjoram ,and ,thyme1 the love of bees1 perfume the air2 ,and where the ,cynorrhodon#b with the rose ,for fragrance vies2 for in the thirsty soil ,most fragrant breathe the aromatic tribes4 #bhj ,there bid thy roofs high on the basking steep ,ascend1 there light thy hospitable fires4 ,and let them see the winter morn arise1 ,the summer evening blushing in the west2 ,while with umbrageous oaks the ridge behind #bhe ,o'erhung1 defends you from the blust'ring north1 ,and bleak affliction of the peevish east4 ,o6 when the growling winds contend1 and all ,the sounding forest fluctuates in the storm1 ,to sink in warm repose1 and hear the din #bij ,howl o'er the steady battlements1 delights ,above the luxury of vulgar sleep4 ,the murmuring rivulet1 and the hoarser strain ,of waters rushing o'er the slippery rocks1 ,will nightly lull you to ambrosial rest4 #bie ,to please the fancy is no trifling good1 ,where health is studied2 for whatever moves ,the mind with calm delight1 promotes the just ,and natural movements of th' harmonious frame4 ,besides1 the sportive brook for ever shakes #cjj ,the trembling air2 that floats from hill to hill1 ,from vale to mountain1 with incessant change ,of purest element1 refreshing still ,your airy seat1 and uninfected ,gods4 ,chiefly for this ,i praise the man who builds #cje ,high on the breezy ridge1 whose lofty sides ,th' etherial deep with endless billows laves4 ,his purer mansion nor contagious years ,shall reach1 nor deadly putrid airs annoy4 ,but may no fogs1 from lake or fenny plain1 #caj ,involve my hill4 ,and wheresoe'er you build2 ,whether on sun-burnt ,epsom1 or the plains ,wash'd by the silent ,lee2 in ,chelsea low1 ,or high ,blackheath with wintry winds assail'd2 ,dry be your house3 but airy more than warm4 #cae ,else every breath of ruder wind will strike ,your tender body thro' with rapid pains2 ,fierce coughs will teize you1 hoarseness bind your voice1 ,or moist ,gravedo load your aching brows4 ,these to defy1 and all the fates that dwell #cbj ,in cloister'd air tainted with steaming life1 ,let lofty ceilings grace your ample rooms2 ,and still at azure noontide may your dome ,at every window drink the liquid sky4 ,need we the sunny situation here1 #cbe ,and theatres open to the south1 commend8 ,here1 where the morning's misty breath infests ,more than the torrid noon8 ,how sickly grow1 ,how pale1 the plants in those ill-fated vales ,that1 circled round with the gigantic heap #ccj ,of mountains1 never felt1 nor never hope ,to feel1 the genial vigor of the sun6 ,while on the neighbouring hill the rose inflames ,the verdant spring2 in virgin beauty blows ,the tender lily1 languishingly sweet2 #cce ,o'er every hedge the wanton woodbine roves1 ,and autumn ripens in the summer's ray4 ,nor less the warmer living tribes demand ,the fost'ring sun3 whose energy divine ,dwells not in mortal fire2 whose generous heat #cdj ,glows thro' the mass of grosser elements1 ,and kindles into life the pond'rous spheres4 ,chear'd by thy kind invigorating warmth1 ,we court thy beams1 great majesty of day6 ,if not the soul1 the regent of this world1 #cde ,first born of heaven1 and only less than ,god6 ,illustration ,,book ,,ii4 ,,diet4 ,enough of air4 ,a desart subject now1 ,rougher and wilder1 rises to my sight4 ,a barren waste1 where not a garland grows ,to bind the muse's brow2 not even a proud ,stupendous solitude frowns o'er the heath1 #e ,to rouse a noble horror in the soul3 ,but rugged paths fatigue1 and error leads ,thro' endless labyrinths the devious feet4 ,farewel1 etherial fields6 the humbler arts ,of life2 the table and the homely ,gods1 #aj ,demand my song4 ,elysian gales adieu6 ,the blood1 the fountain whence the spirits flow1 ,the generous stream that waters every part1 ,and motion1 vigor1 and warm life conveys ,to every particle that moves or lives2 #ae ,this vital fluid1 thro' unnumber'd tubes ,pour'd by the heart1 and to the heart again ,refunded2 scourg'd for ever round and round1 ,enrag'd with heat and toil1 at last forgets ,its balmy nature2 virulent and thin #bj ,it grows2 and now1 but that a thousand gates ,are open to its flight1 it would destroy ,the parts it cherish'd and repair'd before4 ,besides1 the flexible and tender tubes ,melt in the mildest1 most nectareous tide #be ,that ripening nature rolls2 as in the stream ,its crumbling banks2 but what the vital force ,of plastic fluids hourly batters down1 ,that very force1 those plastic particles ,rebuild3 ,so mutable the state of man4 #cj ,for this the watchful appetite was giv'n1 ,daily with fresh materials to repair ,this unavoidable expence of life1 ,this necessary waste of flesh and blood4 ,hence the concoctive powers1 with various art1 #ce ,subdue the cruder aliments to chyle2 ,the chyle to blood2 the foamy purple tide ,to liquors1 which thro' finer arteries ,to different parts their winding course pursue2 ,to try new changes1 and new forms put on1 #dj ,or for the public1 or some private use4 ,nothing so foreign but th' athletic hind ,can labour into blood4 ,the hungry meal ,alone he fears1 or aliments too thin1 ,by violent powers too easily subdu'd1 #de ,too soon expell'd4 ,his daily labour thaws1 ,to friendly chyle1 the most rebellious mass ,that salt can harden1 or the smoke of years2 ,nor does his gorge the rancid bacon rue1 ,nor that which ,cestria sends1 tenacious paste #ej ,of solid milk4 ,but ye of softer clay ,infirm and delicate6 and ye who waste ,with pale and bloated sloth the tedious day6 ,avoid the stubborn aliment1 avoid ,the full repast2 and let sagacious age #ee ,grow wiser1 lesson'd by the dropping teeth4 ,half subtiliz'd to chyle1 the liquid food ,readiest obeys th' assimilating powers2 ,and soon the tender vegetable mass ,relents2 and soon the young of those that tread #fj ,the stedfast earth1 or cleave the green abyss1 ,or pathless sky4 ,and if the ,steer must fall1 ,in youth and vigor glorious let him die2 ,nor stay till rigid age1 or heavy ails1 ,absolve him ill-requited from the yoke4 #fe ,some with high forage1 and luxuriant ease1 ,indulge the veteran ,ox2 but wiser thou1 ,from the bleak mountain or the barren downs1 ,expect the flocks by frugal nature fed2 ,a race of purer blood1 with exercise #gj ,refin'd and scanty fare3 ,for1 old or young1 ,the stall'd are never healthy2 nor the cramm'd4 ,not all the culinary arts can tame1 ,to wholsome food1 th' abominable growth ,of rest and gluttony2 the prudent taste #ge ,rejects like bane such loathsome lusciousness4 ,the languid stomach curses even the pure ,delicious fat1 and all the race of oil2 ,for more the oily aliments relax ,its feeble tone2 and with the eager lymph #hj 7,fond to incorporate with all it meets7 ,coily they mix2 and shun with slippery wiles ,the wooed embrace4 ,th' irresoluble oil1 ,so gentle late and blandishing1 in floods ,of rancid bile o'erflows3 ,what tumults hence1 #he ,what horrors rise1 were nauseous to relate4 ,chuse leaner viands1 ye of jovial make6 ,chuse sober meals2 and rouse to active life ,your cumbrous clay2 nor on th' enfeebling down1 ,irresolute1 protract the morning hours4 #ij ,but let the man1 whose bones are thinly clad1 ,with chearful ease1 and succulent repast ,improve his slender habit4 ,each extreme ,from the blest mean of sanity departs4 ,i could relate what table this demands1 #ie ,or that complexion2 what the various powers ,of various foods3 ,but fifty years would roll1 ,and fifty more1 before the tale were done4 ,besides1 there often lurks some nameless1 strange1 ,peculiar thing2 nor on the skin display'd1 #ajj ,felt in the pulse1 nor in the habit seen2 ,which finds a poison in the food that most ,the temp'rature affects4 ,there are1 whose blood ,impetuous rages thro' the turgid veins1 ,who better bear the fiery fruits of ,ind1 #aje ,than the moist ,melon1 or pale ,cucumber4 ,of chilly nature others fly the board ,supply'd with slaughter1 and the vernal pow'rs ,for cooler1 kinder1 sustenance implore4 ,some even the generous nutriment detest #aaj ,which1 in the shell1 the sleeping ,embryo rears4 ,some1 more unhappy still1 repent the gifts ,of ,pales2 soft1 delicious and benign3 ,the balmy quintescence of every flower1 ,and every grateful herb that decks the spring2 #aae ,the fost'ring dew of tender sprouting life2 ,the best reflection of declining age2 ,the kind restorative of those who lie ,half-dead and panting1 from the doubtful strife ,of nature struggling in the grasp of death4 #abj ,try all the bounties of this fertile globe1 ,there is not such a salutary food1 ,as suits with every stomach4 ,but 7except1 ,amid the mingled mass of fish and fowl1 ,and boil'd and bak'd1 you hesitate by which #abe ,you sunk oppress'd1 or whether not by all27 ,taught by experience soon you may discern ,what pleases1 what offends4 ,avoid the cates ,that lull the sicken'd appetite too long2 ,or heave with feverish flushings all the face1 #acj ,burn in the palms1 and parch the roughning tongue2 ,or much diminish or too much increase ,th' expence which nature's wise oeconomy1 ,without or waste or avarice1 maintains4 ,such cates abjur'd1 let prouling hunger loose1 #ace ,and bid the curious palate roam at will2 ,they scarce can err amid the various stores ,that burst the teeming entrails of the world4 ,led by sagacious taste1 the ruthless king ,of beasts on blood and slaughter only lives3 #adj ,the tyger1 form'd alike to cruel meals1 ,would at the manger starve3 ,of milder seeds1 ,the generous horse to herbage and to grain ,confines his wish2 tho' fabling ,greece resound ,the ,thracian steeds with human carnage wild4 #ade ,prompted by instinct's never-erring power1 ,each creature knows its proper aliment2 ,but man1 th' inhabitant of every clime1 ,with all the commoners of nature feeds4 ,directed1 bounded1 by this pow'r within1 #aej ,their cravings are well-aim'd3 ,voluptous man ,is by superior faculties misled2 ,misled from pleasure even in quest of joy4 ,sated with nature's boons1 what thousands seek1 ,with dishes tortur'd from their native taste1 #aee ,and mad variety1 to spur beyond ,its wiser will the jaded appetite6 ,is this for pleasure8 ,learn a juster taste2 ,and know1 that temperance is true luxury4 ,or is it pride8 ,pursue some nobler aim4 #afj ,dismiss your parasites1 who praise for hire2 ,and earn the fair esteem of honest men1 ,whose praise is fame4 ,form'd of such clay as yours1 ,the sick1 the needy1 shiver at your gates4 ,even modest want may bless your hand unseen1 #afe ,tho' hush'd in patient wretchedness at home4 ,is there no virgin1 grac'd with every charm ,but that which binds the mercenary vow8 ,no youth of genius1 whose neglected bloom ,unfoster'd sickens in the barren shade8 #agj ,no worthy man1 by fortune's random blows1 ,or by a heart too generous and humane1 ,constrain'd to leave his happy natal seat1 ,and sigh for wants more bitter than his own8 ,there are1 while human miseries abound1 #age ,a thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth1 ,without one fool or flatterer at your board1 ,without one hour of sickness or disgust4 ,but other ills th' ambiguous feast pursue1 ,besides provoking the lascivious taste4 #ahj ,such various foods1 tho' harmless each alone1 ,each other violate2 and oft we see ,what strife is brew'd1 and what pernicious bane1 ,from combinations of innoxious things4 ,th' unbounded taste ,i mean not to confine #ahe ,to hermit's diet1 needlessly severe4 ,but would you long the sweets of health enjoy1 ,or husband pleasure2 at one impious meal ,exhaust not half the bounties of the year1 ,and of each realm4 ,it matters not mean while #aij ,how much to morrow differ from to day2 ,so far indulge3 'tis fit1 besides1 that man1 ,to change obnoxious1 be to change inur'd4 ,but stay the curious appetite1 and taste ,with caution fruits you never tried before4 #aie ,for want of use the kindest aliment ,sometimes offends2 while custom tames the rage ,of poison to mild amity with life4 ,so heav'n has form'd us to the general taste ,of all its gifts2 so custom has improv'd #bjj ,this bent of nature2 that few simple foods1 ,of all that earth1 or air1 or ocean yield1 ,but by excess offend4 ,beyond the sense ,of light refection1 at the genial board ,indulge not often2 nor protract the feast #bje ,to dull satiety2 till soft and slow ,a drowzy death creeps on1 th' expansive soul ,oppress'd1 and smother'd the celestial fire4 ,the stomach1 urg'd beyond its active tone1 ,hardly to nutrimental chyle subdues #baj ,the softest food3 unfinish'd and deprav'd1 ,the chyle1 in all its future wand'rings1 owns ,its turbid fountain2 not by purer streams ,so to be clear'd1 but foulness will remain4 ,to sparkling wine what ferment can exalt #bae ,th' unripen'd grape8 ,or what mechanic skill ,from the crude ore can spin the ductile gold8 ,gross riot treasures up a wealthy fund ,of plagues3 but more immedicable ills ,attend the lean extreme4 ,for physic knows #bbj ,how to disburden the too tumid veins1 ,even how to ripen the half-labour'd blood2 ,but to unlock the elemental tubes1 ,collaps'd and shrunk with long inanity1 ,and with balsamic nutriment repair #bbe ,the dried and worn-out habit1 were to bid ,old age grow green1 and wear a second spring2 ,or the tall ash1 long ravish'd from the soil1 ,thro' wither'd veins imbibe the vernal dew4 ,when hunger calls1 obey2 nor often wait #bcj ,till hunger sharpen to corrosive pain3 ,for the keen appetite will feast beyond ,what nature well can bear2 and one extreme ,ne'er without danger meets its own reverse4 ,too greedily th' exhausted veins absorb #bce ,the recent chyle1 and load enfeebled powers ,oft to th' extinction of the vital flame4 ,to the pale cities1 by the firm-set siege ,and famine humbled1 may this verse be borne2 ,and hear1 ye hardiest sons that ,albion breeds1 #bdj ,long toss'd and famish'd on the wintry main2 ,the war shook off1 or hospitable shore ,attain'd1 with temperance bear the shock of joy2 ,nor crown with festive rites th' auspicious day3 ,such feast might prove more fatal than the waves1 #bde ,than war1 or famine4 ,while the vital fire ,burns feebly1 heap not the green fuel on2 ,but prudently foment the wandering spark ,with what the soonest feels its kindred touch3 ,be frugal ev'n of that3 a little give #bej ,at first2 that kindled1 add a little more2 ,till1 by deliberate nourishing1 the flame ,reviv'd1 with all its wonted vigor glows4 ,but tho' the two 7the full and the jejune7 ,extremes have each their vice2 it much avails #bee ,ever with gentle tide to ebb and flow ,from this to that3 ,so nature learns to bear ,whatever chance or headlong appetite ,may bring4 ,besides1 a meagre day subdues ,the cruder clods by sloth or luxury #bfj ,collected2 and unloads the wheels of life4 ,sometimes a coy aversion to the feast ,comes on1 while yet no blacker omen lours2 ,then is a time to shun the tempting board1 ,were it your natal or your nuptial day4 #bfe ,perhaps a fast so seasonable starves ,the latent seeds of woe1 which rooted once ,might cost you labour4 ,but the day return'd ,of festal luxury1 the wise indulge ,most in the tender vegetable breed3 #bgj ,then chiefly when the summer's beams inflame ,the brazen heavens2 or angry ,syrius sheds ,a feverish taint thro' the still gulph of air4 ,the moist cool viands then1 and flowing cup ,from the fresh dairy-virgin's liberal hand1 #bge ,will save your head from harm1 tho' round the world ,the dreaded ,causos#c roll his wasteful fires4 ,pale humid ,winter loves the generous board4 ,the meal more copious1 and a warmer fare2 ,and longs1 with old wood and old wine1 to cheer #bhj ,his quaking heart4 ,the seasons which divide ,th' empires of heat and cold2 by neither claim'd4 ,influenc'd by both2 a middle regimen ,impose4 ,thro' autumn's languishing domain ,descending1 nature by degrees invites #bhe ,to glowing luxury4 ,but from the depth ,of winter1 when th' invigorated year ,emerges2 when ,favonius flush'd with love1 ,toyful and young1 in every breeze descends ,more warm and wanton on his kindling bride2 #bij ,then1 shepherds1 then begin to spare your flocks2 ,and learn1 with wise humanity1 to check ,the lust of blood4 ,now pregnant earth commits ,a various offspring to th' indulgent sky3 ,now bounteous nature feeds with lavish hand #bie ,the prone creation2 yields what once suffic'd ,their dainty sovereign1 when the world was young2 ,e're yet the barbarous thirst of blood had seiz'd ,the human breast4 ,each rolling month matures ,the food that suits it most2 so does each clime4 #cjj ,far in the horrid realms of winter1 where ,th' establish'd ocean heaps a monstrous waste ,of shining rocks and mountains to the pole2 ,there lives a hardy race1 whose plainest wants ,relentless earth1 their cruel step-mother1 #cje ,regards not4 ,on the waste of iron fields1 ,untam'd1 untractable1 no harvests wave3 ,pomona hates them1 and the clownish ,god ,who tends the garden4 ,in this frozen world ,such cooling gifts were vain3 a fitter meal #caj ,is earn'd with ease2 for here the fruitful spawn ,of ,ocean swarms1 and heaps their genial board ,with generous fare and luxury profuse4 ,these are their bread1 the only bread they know2 ,these1 and their willing slave the deer1 that crops #cae ,the shrubby herbage on their meager hills4 ,girt by the burning zone1 not thus the south ,her swarthy sons1 in either ,ind1 maintains3 ,or thirsty ,lybia2 from whose fervid loins ,the lion bursts1 and every fiend that roams #cbj ,th' affrighted wilderness4 ,the mountain herd1 ,adust and dry1 no sweet repast affords2 ,nor does the tepid main such kinds produce1 ,so perfect1 so delicious1 as the stores ,of icy ,zembla4 ,rashly where the blood #cbe ,brews feverish frays2 where scarce the tubes sustain ,its tumid fervor and tempestuous course2 ,kind nature tempts not to such gifts as these4 ,but here in livid ripeness melts the grape2 ,here1 finish'd by invigorating suns1 #ccj ,thro' the green shade the golden ,orange glows2 ,spontaneous here the turgid ,melon yields ,a generous pulp2 the ,coco swells on high ,with milky riches2 and in horrid mail ,the soft ,ananas wraps its tender sweets4 #cce ,earth's vaunted progeny3 ,in ruder air ,too coy to flourish1 even to proud to live2 ,or hardly rais'd by artificial fire ,to vapid life4 ,here with a mother's smile ,glad ,amalthea pours her copious horn4 #cdj ,here buxom ,ceres reigns3 ,th' autumnal sea ,in boundless billows fluctuates o'er their plains4 ,what suits the climate best1 what suits the men1 ,nature profuses most1 and most the taste ,demands4 ,the fountain1 edg'd with racy wine #cde ,or acid fruit1 bedews their thirsty souls4 ,the breeze eternal breathing round their limbs ,supports in else intolerable air3 ,while the cool ,palm1 the ,plantain1 and the grove ,that waves on gloomy ,lebanon1 assuage #cej ,the torrid hell that beams upon their heads4 ,now come1 ye ,naiads1 to the fountains lead2 ,now let me wander thro' your gelid reign4 ,i burn to view th' enthusiastic wilds ,by mortal else untrod4 ,i hear the din #cee ,of waters thundering o'er the ruin'd cliffs4 ,with holy rev'rence ,i approach the rocks ,whence glide the streams renown'd in ancient song4 ,here from the desart down the rumbling steep ,first springs the ,nile2 here bursts the sounding ,po #cfj ,in angry waves2 ,euphrates hence devolves ,a mighty flood to water half the ,east2 ,and there1 in ,gothic solitude reclin'd1 ,the chearless ,tanais pours his hoary urn4 ,what solemn twilight6 ,what stupendous shades #cfe ,enwarp these infant floods6 ,thro' every nerve ,a sacred horror thrills1 a pleasing fear ,glides o'er my frame4 ,the forest deepens round2 ,and more gigantic still th' impending trees ,stretch their extravagant arms athwart the gloom4 #cgj ,are these the confines of some fairy world8 ,a land of ,genii8 ,say1 beyond these wilds ,what unknown nations8 ,if indeed beyond ,aught habitable lies4 ,and whither leads1 ,to what strange regions1 or of bliss or pain1 #cge ,that subterraneous way8 ,propitious maids1 ,conduct me1 while with fearful steps ,i tread ,this trembling ground4 ,the task remains to sing ,your gifts1 7so ,pon1 so the powers of health ,command7 to praise your chrystal element3 #chj ,the chief ingredient in heaven's various works2 ,whose flexile genius sparkles in the gem1 ,grows firm in oak1 and fugitive in wine2 ,the vehicle1 the source1 of nutriment ,and life1 to all that vegitate or live4 #che ,o comfortable streams8 ,with eager lips ,and trembling hand the languid thirsty quaff ,new life in you2 fresh vigor fills their veins4 ,no warmer cups the rural ages knew2 ,none warmer sought the sires of human-kind4 #cij ,happy in temperate peace6 ,their equal days ,felt not th' alternate fits of feverish mirth1 ,and sick dejection4 ,still serene and pleas'd1 ,they knew no pains but what the tender soul ,with pleasure yields to1 and would ne'er forget4 #cie ,blest with divine immunity from ails1 ,long centuries they liv'd2 their only fate ,was ripe old age1 and rather sleep than death4 ,oh6 could those worthies from the world of ,gods ,return to visit their degenerate sons1 #djj ,how would they scorn the joys of modern time1 ,with all our art and toil improv'd to pain6 ,too happy they6 ,but wealth brought luxury1 ,and luxury on sloth begot disease4 ,learn temperance1 friends2 and hear without disdain #dje ,the choice of water4 ,thus the ,coan#d sage ,opin'd1 and thus the learn'd of every school4 ,what least of foreign principles partakes ,is best3 ,the lightest then2 what bears the touch ,of fire the least1 and soonest mounts in air2 #daj ,the most insipid2 the most void of smell4 ,such the rude mountain from his horrid sides ,pours down2 such waters in the sandy vale ,for ever boil1 alike of winter frosts ,and summer's heat secure4 ,the lucid stream1 #dae ,o'er rocks resounding1 or for many a mile ,hurl'd down the pebbly channel1 wholesome yields ,and mellow draughts2 except when winter thaws1 ,and half the mountains melt into the tide4 ,tho' thirst were ne'er so resolute1 avoid #dbj ,the sordid lake1 and all such drowsy floods ,as fill from ,lethe ,belgia's slow canals2 7,with rest corrupt1 with vegetation green2 ,squalid with generation1 and the birth ,of little monsters27 till the power of fire #dbe ,has from profane embraces disengag'd ,the violated lymph4 ,the virgin stream ,in boiling wastes its finer soul in air4 ,nothing like simple element dilutes ,the food1 or gives the chyle so soon to flow4 #dcj ,but where the stomach1 indolently given1 ,toys with its duty1 animate with wine ,th' insipid stream3 ,tho' golden ,ceres yields ,a more voluptuous1 a more sprightly draught2 ,perhaps more active4 ,wine unmix'd1 and all #dce ,the gluey floods that from the vex'd abyss ,of fermentation spring2 with spirit fraught1 ,and furious with intoxicating fire2 ,retard concoction1 and preserve unthaw'd ,th' embodied mass4 ,you see what countless years1 #dej ,embalm'd in fiery quintescence of wine1 ,the puny wonders of the reptile world1 ,the tender rudiments of life1 the slim ,unrav'lings of minute anatomy1 ,maintain their texture1 and unchang'd remain6 #dee ,we curse not wine3 ,the vile excess we blame2 ,more fruitful1 than th' accumulated board1 ,of pain and misery4 ,for the subtle draught ,faster and surer swells the vital tide2 ,and with more active poison1 than the floods #dfj ,of grosser crudity convey1 pervades ,the far-remote meanders of our frame4 ,ah6 sly deceiver6 ,branded o'er and o'er1 ,yet still believ'd6 ,exulting o'er the wreck ,of sober ,vows6 ,but the ,parnassian maids #dfe ,another time perhaps shall sing the joys1 ,the fatal charms1 the many woes of wine2 ,perhaps its various tribes1 and various powers4 ,meantime1 ,i would not always dread the bowl1 ,nor every trespass shun4 ,the feverish strife1 #dgj ,rous'd by the rare debauch1 subdues1 expells ,the loitering crudities1 that burthen life2 ,and1 like a torrent full and rapid1 clears ,th' obstructed tubes4 ,besides1 this restless world ,is full of chances1 which by habit's power #dge ,to learn to bear is easier than to shun4 ,ah6 when ambition1 meagre love of gold1 ,or sacred country calls1 with mellowing wine ,to moisten well the thirsty suffrages2 ,say how1 unseason'd to the midnight frays #dhj ,of ,comus and his rout1 wilt thou contend ,with ,centaurs long to hardy deeds inur'd8 ,then learn to revel2 but by slow degrees3 ,by slow degrees the liberal arts are won2 ,and ,hercules grew strong4 ,but when you smooth #dhe ,the brows of care1 indulge your festive vein ,in cups by well-inform'd experience found ,the least your bane2 and only with your friends4 ,there are sweet follies1 frailties to be seen ,by friends alone1 and men of generous minds4 #dij ,oh6 seldom may the fated hours return ,of drinking deep6 ,i would not daily taste1 ,except when life declines1 even sober cups4 ,weak withering age no rigid law forbids1 ,with frugal nectar1 smooth and slow with balm1 #die ,the sapless habit daily to bedew1 ,and give the hesitating wheels of life ,gliblier to play4 ,but youth has better joys2 ,and is it wise when youth with pleasure flows1 ,to squander the reliefs of age and pain8 #ejj ,what dext'rous thousands just within the goal ,of wild debauch direct their nightly course6 ,perhaps no sickly qualms bedim their days1 ,no morning admonitions shock the head4 ,but ah6 what woes remain6 ,life rolls apace1 #eje ,and that incurable disease old age1 ,in youthful bodies more severely felt1 ,more sternly active1 shakes their blasted prime3 ,except kind nature by some hasty blow ,prevent the lingering fates4 ,for know1 whate'er #eaj ,beyond its natural fervor hurries on ,the sanguine tide2 whether the frequent bowl1 ,high-season'd fare1 or exercise to toil ,protracted2 spurs to its last stage tir'd life1 ,and sows the temples with untimely snow4 ,when life is new1 the ductile fibres feel #eae ,the heart's increasing force2 and1 day by day1 ,the growth advances2 till the larger tubes1 ,acquiring 7from their elemental#e veins1 ,condens'd to solid chords7 a firmer tone1 ,sustain1 and just sustain1 th' impetuous blood4 #ebj ,here stops the growth4 ,with overbearing pulse ,and pressure1 still the great destroy the small2 ,still with the ruins of the small grow strong4 ,life glows mean time1 amid the grinding force ,of viscous fluids and elastic tubes2 #ebe ,its various functions vigorously are plied ,by strong machinery2 and in solid health ,the man confirm'd long triumphs o'er disease4 ,but the full ocean ebbs3 ,there is a point1 ,by nature fix'd1 whence life must downwards tend4 #ecj ,for still the beating tide consolidates ,the stubborn vessels1 more reluctant still1 ,to the weak throbbings of th' enfeebled heart4 ,this languishing1 these strengthning by degrees ,to hard unyielding unelastic bone1 #ece ,thro' tedious channels the congealing flood ,crawls lazily1 and hardly wanders on2 ,it loiters still3 ,and now it stirs no more4 ,this is the period few attain2 the death ,of nature3 ,thus 7so heav'n ordain'd it7 life #edj ,destroys itself2 and could these laws have chang'd1 ,nestor might now the fates of ,troy relate2 ,and ,homer live immortal as his song4 ,what does not fade8 ,the tower that long had stood ,the crush of thunder1 and the warring winds1 #ede ,shook by the slow but sure destroyer ,time1 ,now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base4 ,and flinty pyramids1 and walls of brass1 ,descend2 the ,babylonian spires are sunk2 ,achaia1 ,rome1 and ,egypt moulder down4 #eej ,time shakes the liable tyranny of thrones1 ,and tottering empires rush by their own weight4 ,this huge rotundity we tread grows old2 ,and all those worlds that roll around the sun1 ,the sun himself1 shall die2 and ancient ,night #eee ,again involve the desolate abyss3 ,till the great ,,father thro' the lifeless gloom ,extend his arm to light another world1 ,and bid new planets roll by other laws4 ,for thro' the regions of unbounded space1 #efj ,where unconfin'd omnipotence has room1 ,,being1 in various systems1 fluctuates still ,between creation and abhorr'd decay2 ,it ever did2 perhaps and ever will4 ,new worlds are still emerging from the deep2 #efe ,the old descending1 in their turns to rise4 ,,book ,,iii4 ,,exercise4 ,thro' various toils th' adventurous muse has past2 ,but half the toil1 and more than half1 remains4 ,rude is her theme1 and hardly fit for song2 ,plain1 and of little ornament2 and ,i ,but little practis'd in th' ,aonian arts4 #e ,yet not in vain such labours have we tried1 ,if ought these lays the fickle health confirm4 ,to you1 ye delicate1 ,i write2 for you ,i tame my youth to philosophic cares1 ,and grow still paler by the midnight lamps4 #aj ,not to debilitate with timorous rules ,a hardy frame2 nor needlessly to brave ,unglorious dangers1 proud of mortal strength2 ,is all the lesson that in wholsome years ,concerns the strong4 ,his care were ill bestow'd #ae ,who would with warm effeminacy nurse ,the thriving oak1 which on the mountain's brow ,bears all the blasts that sweep the wintry heav'n4 ,behold the labourer of the glebe1 who toils ,in dust1 in rain1 in cold and sultry skies3 #bj ,save but the grain from mildews and the flood1 ,nought anxious he what sickly stars ascend4 ,he knows no laws by ,esculapius given2 ,he studies none4 ,yet him nor midnight fogs ,infest1 nor those envenom'd shafts that fly #be ,when rabid ,sirius fires th' autumnal noon4 ,his habit pure with plain and temperate meals1 ,robust with labour1 and by custom steel'd ,to every casualty of varied life2 ,serene he bears the peevish eastern blast1 #cj ,and uninfected breaths the mortal ,south4 ,such the reward of rude and sober life2 ,of labour such4 ,by health the peasant's toil ,is well repaid2 if exercise were pain ,indeed1 and temperance pain4 ,by arts like these #ce ,laconia nurs'd of old her hardy sons2 ,and ,rome's unconquer'd legions urg'd their way1 ,unhurt1 thro' every toil in every clime4 ,toil1 and be strong4 ,by toil the flaccid nerves ,grow firm1 and gain a more compacted tone2 #dj ,the greener juices are by toil subdu'd1 ,mellow'd1 and subtilis'd2 the vapid old ,expell'd1 and all the rancor of the blood4 ,come1 my companions1 ye who feel the charms ,of nature and the year2 come1 let us stray #de ,where chance or fancy leads our roving walk3 ,come1 while the soft voluptuous breezes fan ,the fleecy heavens1 enwrap the limbs in balm1 ,and shed a charming languor o'er the soul4 ,nor when bright ,winter sows with prickly frost #ej ,the vigorous ether1 in unmanly warmth ,indulge at home2 nor even when ,eurus' blasts ,this way and that convolve the lab'ring woods4 ,my liberal walks1 save when the skies in rain ,or fogs relent1 no season should confine #ee ,or to the cloister'd gallery or arcade4 ,go1 climb the mountain2 from th' etherial source ,imbibe the recent gale4 ,the chearful morn ,beams o'er the hills2 go1 mount th' exulting steed1 ,already1 see1 the deep-mouth'd beagles catch #fj ,the tainted mazes2 and1 on eager sport ,intent1 with emulous impatience try ,each doubtful track4 ,or1 if a nobler prey ,delight you more1 go chase the desperate deer2 ,and thro' its deepest solitudes awake #fe ,the vocal forest with the jovial horn4 ,but if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale ,exceed your strength2 a sport of less fatigue1 ,not less delightful1 the prolific stream ,affords4 ,the chrystal rivulet1 that o'er #gj ,a stony channel rolls its rapid maze1 ,swarms with the silver fry4 ,such1 thro' the bounds ,of pastoral ,stafford1 runs the brawling ,trent2 ,such ,eden1 sprung from ,cumbrian mountains2 such ,the ,esk1 o'erhung with woods2 and such the stream #ge ,on whole ,arcadian banks ,i first drew air1 ,liddal2 till now1 except in ,doric lays ,tun'd to her murmurs by her love-sick swains1 ,unknown in song3 ,tho' not a purer stream1 ,thro' meads more flow'ry1 or more romantic groves1 #hj ,rolls toward the western main4 ,hail sacred flood6 ,may still thy hospitable swains be blest ,in rural innocence2 thy mountains still ,teem with the fleecy race2 thy tuneful woods ,for ever flourish2 and thy vales look gay #he ,with painted meadows1 and the golden grain6 ,oft1 with thy blooming sons1 when life was new1 ,sportive and petulant1 and charm'd with toys1 ,in thy transparent eddies have ,i lav'd3 ,oft trac'd with patient steps thy fairy banks1 #ij ,with the well-imitated fly to hook ,the eager trout1 and with the slender line ,and yielding rod sollicite to the shore ,the struggling panting prey2 while vernal clouds ,and tepid gales obscur'd the ruffled pool1 #ie ,and from the deeps call'd forth the wanton swarms4 ,form'd on the ,samian school1 or those of ,ind1 ,there are who think these pastimes scarce humane4 ,yet in my mind 7and not relentless ,i7 ,his life is pure that wears no fouler stains4 #ajj ,but if thro' genuine tenderness of heart1 ,or secret want of relish for the game1 ,you shun the glories of the chace1 nor care ,to haunt the peopled stream2 the garden yields ,a soft amusement1 an humane delight4 #aje ,to raise th' insipid nature of the ground2 ,or tame its savage genius to the grace ,of careless sweet rusticity1 that seems ,the amiable result of happy chance1 ,is to create2 and gives a god-like joy1 #aaj ,which every year improves4 ,nor thou disdain ,to check the lawless riot of the trees1 ,to plant the grove1 or turn the barren mould4 ,o happy he6 whom1 when his years decline1 7,his fortune and his fame by worthy means #aae ,attain'd1 and equal to his moderate mind2 ,his life approv'd by all the wise and good1 ,even envied by the vain7 the peaceful groves ,of ,epicurus1 from this stormy world1 ,receive to rest2 of all ungrateful cares #abj ,absolv'd1 and sacred from the selfish crowd4 ,happiest of men6 if the same soil invites ,a chosen few1 companions of his youth1 ,once fellow-rakes perhaps1 now rural friends2 ,with whom in easy commerce to pursue #abe ,nature's free charms1 and vie for sylvan fame3 ,a fair ambition2 void of strife or guile1 ,or jealousy1 or pain to be outdone4 ,who plans th' enchanted garden1 who directs ,the visto best1 and best conducts the stream2 #acj ,whose groves the fastest thicken and ascend2 ,whom first the welcome spring salutes2 who shews ,the earliest bloom1 the sweetest proudest charms1 ,of ,flora2 who best gives ,pomona's juice ,to match the sprightly genius of ,champain4 #ace ,thrice happy days6 in rural business past4 ,blest winter nights6 when1 as the genial fire ,chears the wide hall1 his cordial family ,with soft domestic arts the hours beguile1 ,and pleasing talk that starts no timerous fame1 #adj ,with witless wantoness to hunt it down3 ,or thro' the fairy-land of tale or song ,delighted wander1 in fictitious fates ,engag'd1 and all that strikes humanity2 ,till lost in fable1 they the stealing hour #ade ,of timely rest forget4 ,sometimes1 at eve1 ,his neighbours lift the latch1 and bless unbid ,his festal roof2 while1 o'er the light repast1 ,and sprightly cups1 they mix in social joy2 ,and1 thro' the maze of conversation1 trace #aej ,whate'er amuses or improves the mind4 ,sometimes at eve 7for ,i delight to taste ,the native zest and flavour of the fruit1 ,where sense grows wild1 and takes of no manure7 ,the decent1 honest1 chearful husbandman #aee ,should drown his labours in my friendly bowl2 ,and at my table find himself at home4 ,whate'er you study1 in whate'er you sweat1 ,indulge your taste4 ,some love the manly foils2 ,the tennis some2 and some the graceful dance4 #afj ,others1 more hardy1 range the purple heath1 ,or naked stubble2 where from field to field ,the sounding coveys urge their labouring flight2 ,eager amid the rising cloud to pour ,the gun's unerring thunder3 ,and there are #afe ,whom still the meed#f of the green archer charms4 ,he chuses best1 whose labour entertains ,his vacant fancy most3 ,the toil you hate ,fatigues you soon1 and scarce improves your limbs4 ,as beauty still has blemish2 and the mind #agj ,the most accomplish'd its imperfect side2 ,few bodies are there of that happy mould ,but some one part is weaker than the rest3 ,the legs1 perhaps1 or arms refuse their load1 ,or the chest labours4 ,these assiduously1 #age ,but gently1 in their proper arts employ'd1 ,acquire a vigor and elastic spring ,to which they were not born4 ,but weaker parts ,abhor fatigue and violent discipline4 ,begin with gentle toils2 and1 as your nerves #ahj ,grow firm1 to hardier by just steps aspire4 ,the prudent1 even in every moderate walk1 ,at first but saunter2 and by slow degrees ,increase their pace4 ,this doctrine of the wise ,well knows the master of the flying steed4 #ahe ,first from the goal the manag'd coursers play ,on bended reins2 as yet the skilful youth ,repress their foamy pride2 but every breath ,the race grows warmer1 and the tempest swells2 ,till all the fiery mettle has its way1 #aij ,and the thick thunder hurries o'er the plain4 ,when all at once from indolence to toil ,you spring1 the fibres by the hasty shock ,are tir'd and crack'd1 before their unctuous coats1 ,compress'd1 can pour the lubricating balm4 #aie ,besides1 collected in the passive veins1 ,the purple mass a sudden torrent rolls1 ,o'erpowers the heart1 and deluges the lungs ,with dangerous inundation3 ,oft the source ,of fatal woes2 a cough that foams with blood1 #bjj ,asthma1 and feller ,peripneumonie#g1 ,or the slow minings of the hectic fire4 ,th' athletic fool1 to whom what heav'n deny'd ,of soul is well compensated in limbs1 ,oft from his rage1 or brainless frolic1 feels #bje ,his vegetation and brute force decay4 ,the men of better clay and finer mould ,know nature1 feel the human dignity2 ,and scorn to vie with oxen or with apes4 ,pursued prolixly1 even the gentlest toil #baj ,is waste of health3 ,repose by small fatigue ,is earn'd2 and 7where your habit is not prone ,to thaw7 by the first moisture of the brows4 ,the fine and subtle spirits cost too much ,to be profus'd1 too much the roscid balm4 #bae ,but when the hard varieties of life ,you toil to learn2 or try the dusty chace1 ,or the warm deeds of some important day3 ,hot from the field1 indulge not yet your limbs ,in wish'd repose1 nor court the fanning gale1 #bbj ,nor taste the spring4 ,o6 by the sacred tears ,of widows1 orphans1 mothers1 sisters1 sires1 ,forbear6 ,no other pestilence has driven ,such myriads o'er th' irremeable deep4 ,why this so fatal1 the sagacious muse #bbe ,thro' nature's cunning labyrinths could trace3 ,but there are secrets which who knows not now1 ,must1 ere he reach them1 climb the heapy ,alps ,of science2 and devote seven years to toil4 ,besides1 ,i would not stun your patient ears #bcj ,with what it little boots you to attain4 ,he knows enough1 the mariner1 who knows ,where lurk the shelves1 and where the whirlpools boil1 ,what signs portend the storm3 ,to subtler minds ,he leaves to scan1 from what mysterious cause #bce ,charybdis rages in th' ,ionian wave2 ,whence those impetuous currents in the main1 ,which neither oar nor sail can stem2 and why ,the roughning deep expects the storm1 as sure ,as red ,orion mounts the shrowded heaven4 #bdj ,in ancient times1 when ,rome with ,athens vied ,for polish'd luxury and useful arts2 ,all hot and reeking from th' ,olympic strife1 ,and warm ,palestra1 in the tepid bath ,th' athletic youth relax'd their weary'd limbs4 #bde ,soft oils bedew'd them1 with the grateful pow'rs ,of ,nard and ,cassia fraught1 to sooth and heal ,the cherish'd nerves4 ,our less voluptuous clime ,not much invites us to such arts as these4 ',tis not for those1 whom gelid skies embrace1 #bej ,and chilling fogs2 whose perspiration feels ,such frequent bars from ,eurus and the ,north2 ',tis not for those to cultivate a skin ,too soft2 or teach the recremental fume ,too fast to crowd thro' such precarious ways4 #bee ,for thro' the small arterial mouths1 that pierce ,in endless millions the close-woven skin1 ,the baser fluids in a constant stream ,escape1 and viewless melt into the winds4 ,while this eternal1 this most copious waste #bfj ,of blood degenerate into vapid brine1 ,maintains its wonted measure2 all the powers ,of health befriend you1 all the wheels of life ,with ease and pleasure move3 ,but this restrain'd ,or more or less1 so more or less you feel #bfe ,the functions labour4 ,from this fatal source ,what woes descend is never to be sung4 ,to take their numbers1 were to count the sands ,that ride in whirlwind the parch'd ,lybian air2 ,or waves that1 when the blustering ,north embroils #bgj ,the ,baltic1 thunder on the ,german shore4 ,subject not then1 by soft emollient arts1 ,this grand expence1 on which your fates depend1 ,to every caprice of the sky2 nor thwart ,the genius of your clime3 ,for from the blood #bge ,least fickle rise the recremental steams1 ,and least obnoxious to the styptic air1 ,which breathe thro' straiter and more callous pores4 ,the temper'd ,scythian hence1 half-naked treads ,his boundless snows1 nor rues th' inclement heaven2 #bhj ,and hence our painted ancestors defied ,the ,east2 nor curs'd1 like us1 their fickle sky4 ,the body moulded by the clime1 indures ,th' ,equator heats1 or ,hyperborean frost3 ,except by habits foreign to its turn1 #bhe ,unwise1 you counteract its forming pow'r4 ,rude at the first1 the winter shocks you less ,by long acquaintance3 ,study then your sky1 ,form to its manners your obsequious frame1 ,and learn to suffer what you cannot shun4 #bij ,against the rigors of a damp cold heav'n ,to fortify their bodies1 some frequent ,the gelid cistern2 and1 where nought forbids1 ,i praise their dauntless heart4 ,a frame so steel'd ,dreads not the cough1 nor those ungenial blasts1 #bie ,that breathe the ,tertian or fell ,rheumatism2 ,the nerves so temper'd never quit their tone1 ,no chronic languors haunt such hardy breasts4 ,but all things have their bounds3 ,and he who makes ,by daily use the kindest regimen #cjj ,essential to his health1 should never mix ,with human kind1 nor art nor trade pursue4 ,he not the safe vicissitudes of life ,without some shock endures2 ill-fitted he ,to want the known1 or bear unusual things4 #cje ,besides1 the powerful remedies of pain 7,since pain in spite of all our care will come7 ,should never with your prosperous days of health ,grow too familiar3 ,for by frequent use ,the strongest medicines lose their healing power1 #caj ,and even the surest poisons theirs to kill4 ,let those who from the frozen ,arctos reach ,parch'd ,mauritania1 or the sultry ,west1 ,or the wide flood that waters ,indostan1 ,plunge thrice a day1 and in the tepid wave #cae ,untwist their stubborn pores2 that full and free ,th' evaporation thro' the softned skin ,may bear proportion to the swelling blood4 ,so shall they 'scape the fever's rapid flames2 ,so feel untainted the hot breath of hell4 #cbj ,with us1 the man of no complaint demands ,the warm ablution1 just enough to clear ,the sluices of the skin1 enough to keep ,the body sacred from indecent soil4 ,still to be pure1 even did it not conduce #cbe 7,as much it does7 to health1 were greatly worth ,your daily pains4 ',tis this adorns the rich2 ,the want of this is poverty's worst woe3 ,with this external virtue1 age maintains ,a decent grace2 without it1 youth and charms #ccj ,are loathsome4 ,this the skilful virgin knows3 ,so doubtless do your wives4 ,for married sires1 ,as well as lovers1 still pretend to taste2 ,nor is it less 7all prudent wives can tell7 ,to lose a husband's1 than a lover's heart4 #cce ,but now the hours and seasons when to toil1 ,from foreign themes recall my wandering song4 ,some labour fasting1 or but slightly fed1 ,to lull the grinding stomach's hungry rage3 ,where nature feeds too corpulent a frame #cdj ',tis wisely done4 ,for while the thirsty veins1 ,impatient of lean penury1 devour ,the treasur'd oil1 then is the happiest time ,to shake the lazy balsam from its cells4 ,now while the stomach from the full repast #cde ,subsides2 but ere returning hunger gnaws2 ,ye leaner habits give an hour to toil3 ,and ye whom no luxuriancy of growth ,oppresses yet1 or threatens to oppress4 ,but from the recent meal no labours please1 #cej ,of limbs or mind4 ,for now the cordial powers ,claim all the wandering spirits to a work ,of strong and subtle toil1 and great event2 ,a work of time3 and you may rue the day ,you hurried1 with ill-seasoned exercise1 #cee ,a half concocted chyle into the blood4 ,the body overcharg'd with unctuous phlegm ,much toil demands3 ,the lean elastic less4 ,while winter chills the blood1 and binds the veins1 ,no labours are too hard3 ,by those you 'scape #cfj ,the slow diseases of the torpid year2 ,endless to name2 to one of which alone1 ,to that which tears the nerves1 the toil of slaves ,is pleasure3 ,oh6 from such inhuman pains ,may all be free who merit not the wheel6 #cfe ,but from the burning ,lion when the sun ,pours down his sultry wrath2 now while the blood ,too much already maddens in the veins1 ,and all the finer fluids thro' the skin ,explore their flight2 me1 near the cool cascade #cgj ,reclin'd1 or sauntring in the lofty grove1 ,no needless slight occasion should engage ,to pant and sweat beneath the fiery noon4 ,now the fresh morn alone and mellow eve ,to shady walks and active rural sports #cge ,invite4 ,but1 while the chilling dews descend1 ,may nothing tempt you to the cold embrace ,of humid skies3 ,tho' 'tis no vulgar joy ,to trace the horrors of the solemn wood1 ,while the soft evening saddens into night3 #chj ,tho' the sweet poet of the vernal groves ,melts all the night in strains of amorous woe4 ,the shades descend1 and midnight o'er the world ,expands her sable wings4 ,great nature droops ,thro' all her works4 ,now happy he whose toil #che ,has o'er his languid powerless limbs diffus'd ,a pleasing lassitude3 ,he not in vain ,invokes the gentle deity of dreams4 ,his powers the most voluptuously dissolve ,in soft repose3 ,on him the balmy dews #cij ,of sleep with double nutriment descend4 ,but would you sweetly waste the blank of night ,in deep oblivion2 or on fancy's wings ,visit the paradise of happy dreams1 ,and waken chearful as the lively morn2 #cie ,oppress not nature sinking down to rest ,with feasts too late1 too solid1 or too full4 ,but be the first concoction half-matur'd1 ,ere you to mighty indolence resign ,your passive faculties4 ,he from the toils #djj ,and troubles of the day to heavier toil ,retires1 whom trembling from the tower that rocks ,amid the clouds1 or ,calpe's hideous height1 ,the busy dmons hurl1 or in the main ,o'erwhelm1 or bury struggling under ground4 #dje ,not all a monarch's luxury the woes ,can counterpoise1 of that most wretched man1 ,whose nights are shaken with the frantic fits ,of wild ,orestes2 whose delirious brain1 ,stung by the furies1 works with poisoned thought6 #daj ,while pale and monstrous painting shocks the soul2 ,and mangled consciousness bemoans itself ,for ever torn2 and chaos floating round4 ,what dreams presage1 what dangers these or those ,portend to sanity1 tho' prudent seers #dae ,reveal'd of old1 and men of deathless fame2 ,we would not to the superstitious mind ,suggest new throbs1 new vanities of fear4 ',tis ours to teach you from the peaceful night ,to banish omens1 and all restless woes4 #dbj ,in study some protract the silent hours1 ,which others consecrate to mirth and wine2 ,and sleep till noon1 and hardly live till night4 ,but surely this redeems not from the shades ,one hour of life4 ,nor does it nought avail #dbe ,what season you to drowsy ,morpheus give ,of th' ever-varying circle of the day2 ,or whether1 thro' the tedious winter gloom1 ,you tempt the midnight or the morning damps4 ,the body1 fresh and vigorous from repose1 #dcj ,defies the early fogs3 but1 by the toils ,of wakeful day1 exhausted and unstrung1 ,weakly resists the night's unwholsome breath4 ,the grand discharge1 th' effusion of the skin1 ,slowly impair'd1 the languid maladies #dce ,creep on1 and thro' the sickning functions steal4 ,so1 when the chilling ,east invades the spring1 ,the delicate ,narcissus pines away ,in hectic languor2 and a slow disease ,taints all the family of flowers1 condemn'd #ddj ,to cruel heav'ns4 ,but why1 already prone ,to fade1 should beauty cherish its own bane8 ,o shame6 ,o pity6 nipt with pale ,quadrille1 ,and midnight cares1 the bloom of ,albion dies6 ,by toil subdu'd1 the ,warrior and the ,hind #dde ,sleep fast and deep2 their active functions soon ,with generous streams the subtle tubes supply1 ,and soon the tonick irritable nerves ,feel the fresh impulse1 and awake the soul4 ,the sons of indolence1 with long repose1 #dej ,grow torpid2 and1 with slowest ,lethe drunk1 ,feebly and lingringly return to life1 ,blunt every sense and powerless every limb4 ,ye1 prone to sleep 7whom sleeping most annoys7 ,on the hard mattrass or elastic couch #dee ,extend your limbs1 and wean yourselves from sloth2 ,nor grudge the lean projector1 of dry brain ,and springy nerves1 the blandishments of down4 ,nor envy while the buried bacchanal ,exhales his surfeit in prolixer dreams4 #dfj ,he without riot1 in the balmy feast ,of life1 the wants of nature has supplied ,who rises cool1 serene1 and full of soul4 ,but pliant nature more or less demands1 ,as custom forms her2 and all sudden change #dfe ,she hates of habit1 even from bad to good4 ,if faults in life1 or new emergencies1 ,from habits urge you by long time confirm'd1 ,slow may the change arrive1 and stage by stage2 ,slow as the shadow o'er the dial moves1 #dgj ,slow as the stealing progress of the year4 ,observe the circling year4 ,how unperceiv'd ,her seasons change6 ,behold6 by slow degrees1 ,stern ,winter tam'd into a ruder spring2 ,the ripen'd ,spring a milder summer glows2 #dge ,departing ,summer sheds ,pomona's store2 ,and aged ,autumn brews the winter-storm4 ,slow as they come1 these changes come not void ,of mortal shocks3 ,the cold and torrid reigns1 ,the two great periods of th' important year1 #dhj ,are in their first approaches seldom safe3 ,funereal autumn all the sickly dread1 ,and the black fates deform the lovely spring4 ,he well advis'd1 who taught our wiser sires ,early to borrow ,muscovy's warm spoils1 #dhe ,ere the first frost has touch'd the tender blade2 ,and late resign them1 tho' the wanton spring ,should deck her charms with all her sister's rays4 ,for while the effluence of the skin maintains ,its native measure1 the pleuritic ,spring #dij ,glides harmless by2 and ,autumn1 sick to death ,with sallow ,quartans1 no contagion breathes4 ,i in prophetic numbers could unfold ,the omens of the year3 what seasons teem ,with what diseases2 what the humid ,south #die ,prepares1 and what the ,dmon of the ,east3 ,but you perhaps refuse the tedious song4 ,besides1 whatever plagues in heat1 or cold1 ,or drought1 or moisture dwell1 they hurt not you1 ,skill'd to correct the vices of the sky1 #ejj ,and taught already how to each extream ,to bend your life4 ,but should the public bane ,infect you1 or some trespass of your own1 ,or flaw of nature hint mortality3 ,soon as a not unpleasing horror glides #eje ,along the spine1 thro' all your torpid limbs2 ,when first3 the head throbs1 or the stomach feels ,a sickly load1 a weary pain the loins2 ,be ,celsus call'd3 ,the fates come rushing on2 ,the rapid fates admit of no delay4 #eaj ,while wilful you1 and fatally secure1 ,expect to morrow's more auspicious sun1 ,the growing pest1 whose infancy was weak ,and easy vanquish'd1 with triumphant sway ,o'erpow'rs your life4 ,for want of timely care #eae ,millions have died of medicable wounds4 ,ah6 in what perils is vain life engag'd6 ,what slight neglects1 what trivial faults destroy ,the hardiest frame6 ,of indolence1 of toil1 ,we die2 of want1 of superfluity4 #ebj ,the all-surrounding heaven1 the vital air1 ,is big with death4 ,and1 tho' the putrid ,south ,be shut2 tho' no convulsive agony ,shake1 from the deep foundations of the world1 ,th' imprisoned plagues2 a secret venom oft #ebe ,corrupts the air1 the water1 and the land4 ,what livid deaths has sad ,byzantium seen6 ,how oft has ,cairo1 with a mother's woe1 ,wept o'er her slaughter'd sons1 and lonely streets6 ,even ,albion1 girt with less malignant skies1 #ecj ,albion the poison of the ,gods has drunk1 ,and felt the sting of monsters all her own4 ,ere yet the fell ,plantagenets had spent ,their ancient rage1 at ,bosworth's purple field2 ,while1 for which tyrant ,england should receive1 #ece ,her legions in incestuous murders mix'd1 ,and daily horrors2 till the ,fates were drunk ,with kindred blood by kindred hands profus'd3 ,another plague of more gygantic arm ,arose1 a monster never known before #edj ,rear'd from ,cocytus its portentuous head4 ,this rapid fury not1 like other pests1 ,pursued a gradual course1 but in a day ,rush'd as a storm o'er half th' astonish'd isle1 ,and strew'd with sudden carcasses the land4 #ede ,first thro' the shoulders1 or whatever part ,was seiz'd the first1 a fervid vapour sprung4 ,with rash combustion thence1 the quivering spark ,shot to the heart1 and kindled all within2 ,and soon the surface caught the spreading fires4 #eej ,thro' all the yielding pores the melted blood ,gush'd out in smoaky sweats2 but nought assuag'd ,the torrid heat within1 nor aught reliev'd ,the stomach's anguish4 ,with incessant toil1 ,desperate of ease1 impatient of their pain1 #eee ,they toss'd from side to side4 ,in vain the stream ,ran full and clear1 they burnt and thirsted still4 ,the restless arteries with rapid blood ,beat strong and frequent4 ,thick and pantingly ,the breath was fetch'd1 and with huge lab'rings heav'd4 #efj ,at last a heavy pain oppress'd the head1 ,a wild delirium came2 their weeping friends ,were strangers now1 and this no home of theirs4 ,harass'd with toil on toil1 the sinking powers ,lay prostrate and o'erthrown2 a ponderous sleep #efe ,wrapt all the senses up3 ,they slept and died4 ,in some a gentle horror crept at first ,o'er all the limbs2 the sluices of the skin ,withheld their moisture1 till by art provok'd ,the sweats o'erflow'd2 but in a clammy tide3 #egj ,now free and copious1 now restrain'd and slow2 ,of tinctures various1 as the temperature ,had mix'd the blood2 and rank with fetid steams3 ,as if the pent-up humors by delay ,were grown more fell1 more putrid1 and malign4 #ege ,here lay their hopes 7tho' little hope remain'd7 ,with full effusion of perpetual sweats ,to drive the venom out4 ,and here the fates ,were kind1 that long they linger'd not in pain4 ,for who surviv'd the sun's diurnal race #ehj ,rose from the dreary gates of hell redeem'd3 ,some the sixth hour oppress'd1 and some the third4 ,of many thousands few untainted 'scap'd2 ,of those infected fewer 'scap'd alive3 ,of those who liv'd some felt a second blow2 #ehe ,and whom the second spar'd a third destroy'd4 ,frantic with fear1 they sought by flight to shun ,the fierce contagion4 ,o'er the mournful land ,th' infected city pour'd her hurrying swarms3 ,rous'd by the flames that fir'd her seats around1 #eij ,th' infected country rush'd into the town4 ,some1 sad at home1 and in the desart some1 ,abjur'd the fatal commerce of mankind2 ,in vain3 where'er they fled the ,fates pursued4 ,others1 with hopes more specious1 cross'd the main1 #eie ,to seek protection in far-distant skies2 ,but none they found4 ,it seem'd the general air ,was then at enmity with ,english blood4 ,for1 but the race of ,england1 all were safe ,in foreign climes2 nor did this fury taste #fjj ,the foreign blood which ,albion then contain'd4 ,where should they fly8 ,the circumambient heaven ,involv'd them still2 and every breeze was bane4 ,where find relief8 ,the salutary art ,was mute2 and1 startled at the new disease1 #fje ,in fearful whispers hopeless omens gave4 ,to heaven with suppliant rites they sent their pray'rs2 ,heav'n heard them not4 ,of every hope depriv'd2 ,fatigu'd with vain resources2 and subdued ,with woes resistless and enfeebling fear2 #faj ,passive they sunk beneath the weighty blow4 ,nothing but lamentable sounds was heard1 ,nor ought was seen but ghastly views of death2 ,infectious horror ran from face to face1 ,and pale despair4 ',twas all the business then #fae ,to tend the sick1 and in their turns to die4 ,in heaps they fell3 ,and oft one bed1 they say1 ,the sickening1 dying1 and the dead contain'd4 ,ye guardian ,gods1 on whom the ,fates depend ,of tottering ,albion6 ,ye eternal fires1 #fbj ,that lead thro' heav'n the wandering year6 ,ye powers1 ,that o'er th' incircling elements preside6 ,may nothing worse than what this age has seen ,arrive6 ,enough abroad1 enough at home ,has ,albion bled4 ,here a distemper'd heaven #fbe ,has thin'd her cities2 from those lofty cliffs ,that awe proud ,gaul1 to ,thule's wintry reign2 ,while in the ,west1 beyond th' ,atlantic foam1 ,her bravest sons1 keen for the fight1 have died ,the death of cowards1 and of common men2 #fcj ,sunk void of wounds1 and fall'n without renown4 ,but from these views the weeping ,muses turn1 ,and other themes invite my wandering song4 ,illustration ,,book ,,iv4 ,the ,,passions4 ,the choice of aliment1 the choice of air1 ,the use of toil and all external things1 ,already sung2 it now remains to trace ,what good what evil from ourselves proceeds3 ,and how the subtle principle within #e ,inspires with health1 or mines with strange decay ,the passive body4 ,ye poetic ,shades1 ,that know the secrets of the world unseen1 ,assist my song6 ,for1 in a doubtful theme ,engag'd1 ,i wander thro' mysterious ways4 #aj ,there is1 they say1 7and ,i believe there is7 ,a spark within us of th' immortal fire1 ,that animates and moulds the grosser frame2 ,and when the body sinks1 escapes to heaven1 ,its native seat2 and mixes with the ,gods4 #ae ,mean while this heavenly particle pervades ,the mortal elements1 in every nerve ,it thrills with pleasure1 or grows mad with pain4 ,and1 in its secret conclave1 as it feels ,the body's woes and joys1 this ruling power #bj ,weilds at its will the dull material world1 ,and is the body's health or malady4 ,by its own toil the gross corporeal frame ,fatigues1 extenuates1 or destroys itself3 ,nor less the labours of the mind corrode #be ,the solid fabric4 ,for by subtle parts1 ,and viewless atoms1 secret ,nature moves ,the mighty wheels of this stupendous world4 ,by subtle fluids pour'd thro' subtle tubes ,the natural1 vital1 functions are perform'd4 #cj ,by these the stubborn aliments are tam'd2 ,the toiling heart distributes life and strength2 ,these the still-crumbling frame rebuild2 and these ,are lost in thinking1 and dissolve in air4 ,but 'tis not ,thought 7for still the soul's employ'd7 #ce ',tis painful thinking that corrodes our clay4 ,all day the vacant eye without fatigue ,strays o'er the heaven and earth2 but long intent ,on microscopic arts its vigour fails4 ,just so the mind1 with various thought amus'd1 #dj ,nor aches itself1 nor gives the body pain4 ,but anxious ,study1 ,discontent1 and ,care1 ,love without hope1 and ,hate without revenge1 ,and ,fear1 and ,jealousy1 fatigue the soul1 ,engross the subtle ministers of life1 #de ,and spoil the lab'ring functions of their share4 ,hence the lean gloom that ,melancholy wears2 ,the ,lover's paleness2 and the sallow hue ,of ,envy1 ,jealousy2 the meagre stare ,of sore ,revenge3 ,the canker'd body hence #ej ,betrays each fretful motion of the mind4 ,the strong-built pedant2 who both night and day ,feeds on the coarsest fare the schools bestow1 ,and crudely fattens at gross ,burman's stall2 ,o'erwhelm'd with phlegm lies in a dropsy drown'd1 #ee ,or sinks in lethargy before his time4 ,with useful studies you1 and arts that please ,employ your mind1 amuse but not fatigue4 ,peace to each drowsy metaphysic sage6 ,and ever may the ,german folio's rest6 #fj ,yet some there are1 even of elastic parts1 ,whom strong and obstinate ambition leads ,thro' all the rugged roads of barren lore1 ,and gives to relish what their generous taste ,would else refuse4 ,but may nor thirst of fame #fe ,nor love of knowledge urge you to fatigue ,with constant drudgery the liberal soul4 ,toy with your books3 and1 as the various fits ,of humour seize you1 from ,philosophy ,to ,fable shift2 from serious ,antonine #gj ,to ,rabelais' ravings1 and from prose to song4 ,while reading pleases1 but no longer1 read2 ,and read aloud resounding ,homer's strain1 ,and weild the thunder of ,demosthenes4 ,the chest so exercis'd improves its strength2 #ge ,and quick vibrations thro' the bowels drive ,the restless blood1 which in unactive days ,would loiter else thro' unelastic tubes4 ,deem it not trifling while ,i recommend ,what posture suits3 ,to stand and sit by turns1 #hj ,as nature prompts1 is best4 ,but o'er your leaves ,to lean for ever1 cramps the vital parts1 ,and robs the fine machinery of its play4 ',tis the great art of life to manage well ,the restless mind4 ,for ever on pursuit #he ,of knowledge bent it starves the grosser powers4 ,quite unemploy'd1 against its own repose ,its turns its fatal edge1 and sharper pangs ,than what the body knows embitter life4 ,chiefly where ,solitude1 sad nurse of care1 #ij ,to sickly musing gives the pensive mind4 ,there madness enters2 and the dim-ey'd ,fiend1 ,sour ,melancholy1 night and day provokes ,her own eternal wound4 ,the sun grows pale2 ,a mournful visionary light o'erspreads #ie ,the chearful face of nature3 earth becomes ,a dreary desart1 and heaven frowns above4 ,then various shapes of curs'd illusion rise2 ,whate'er the wretched fears1 creating ,fear ,forms out of nothing2 and with monsters teems #ajj ,unknown in hell4 ,the prostrate soul beneath ,a load of huge imagination heaves4 ,and all the horrors1 that the guilty feel1 ,with anxious flutterings wake the guiltless breast4 ,such phantoms ,pride in solitary scenes1 #aje ,or ,fear1 on delicate ,self-love creates4 ,from other cares absolv'd1 the busy mind ,finds in yourself a theme to pore upon2 ,it finds you miserable1 or makes you so4 ,for while yourself you anxiously explore1 #aaj ,timorous ,self-love1 with sick'ning ,fancy's aid1 ,presents the danger that you dread the most1 ,and ever galls you in your tender part4 ,hence some for love1 and some for jealousy1 ,for grim religion some1 and some for pride1 #aae ,have lost their reason3 some for fear of want ,want all their lives2 and others every day ,for fear of dying suffer worse than death4 ,ah6 from your bosoms banish1 if you can1 ,those fatal guests3 and first the ,demon ,fear2 #abj ,that trembles at impossible events1 ,lest aged ,atlas should resign his load ,and heaven's eternal battlements rush down4 ,is there an evil worse than fear itself8 ,and what avails it that indulgent heaven #abe ,from mortal eyes has wrapt the woes to come1 ,if we1 ingenious to torment ourselves1 ,grow pale at hideous fictions of our own8 ,enjoy the present2 nor with needless cares1 ,of what may spring from blind ,misfortune's womb1 #acj ,appal the surest hour that life bestows4 ,serene1 and master of yourself1 prepare ,for what may come2 and leave the rest to heaven4 ,oft from the body1 by long ails mistun'd1 ,these evils sprung the most important health1 #ace ,that of the mind1 destroy3 ,and when the mind ,they first invade1 the conscious body soon ,in sympathetic languishment declines4 ,these chronic passions1 while from real woes ,they rise1 and yet without the body's fault #adj ,infest the soul1 admit one only cure2 ,diversion1 hurry1 and a restless life4 ,vain are the consolations of the wise1 ,in vain your friends would reason down your pain4 ,oh ye whose souls relentless love has tam'd #ade ,to soft distress1 or friends untimely slain6 ,court not the luxury of tender thought3 ,nor deem it impious to forget those pains ,that hurt the living1 nought avail the dead4 ,go1 soft enthusiast6 quit the cypress groves1 #aej ,nor to the rivulet's lonely moanings tune ,your sad complaint4 ,go1 seek the chearful haunts ,of men1 and mingle with the bustling croud2 ,lay schemes for wealth1 or power1 or fame1 the wish ,of nobler minds1 and push them night and day4 #aee ,or join the caravan in quest of scenes ,new to your eyes1 and shifting every hour2 ,beyond the ,alps1 beyond the ,apennines4 ,or1 more advent'rous1 rush into the field ,where war grows hot2 and1 raging thro' the sky1 #afj ,the lofty trumpet swells the maddening soul3 ,and in the hardy camp and toilsome march ,forget all softer and less manly cares4 ,but most too passive1 when the blood runs low1 ,too weakly indolent to strive with pain1 #afe ,and bravely by resisting conquer ,fate1 ,try ,circe's arts2 and in the tempting bowl ,of poison'd ,nectar sweet oblivion drink4 ,struck by the powerful charm1 the gloom dissolves ,in empty air2 ,elysium opens round4 #agj ,a pleasing phrenzy buoys the lighten'd soul1 ,and sanguine hopes dispel your fleeting care2 ,and what was difficult1 and what was dire1 ,yields to your prowess and superior stars3 ,the happiest you1 of all that e'er were mad1 #age ,or are1 or shall be1 could this folly last4 ,but soon your heaven is gone2 a heavier gloom ,shuts o'er your head3 and1 as the thundering stream1 ,swoln o'er its banks with sudden mountain rain1 ,sinks from its tumult to a silent brook2 #ahj ,so1 when the frantic raptures in your breast ,subside1 you languish into mortal man2 ,you sleep1 and waking find yourself undone4 ,for prodigal of life in one rash night ,you lavish'd more than might support three days4 #ahe ,a heavy morning comes2 your cares return ,with tenfold rage4 ,an anxious stomach well ,may be endur'd2 so may the throbbing head3 ,but such a dim delirium1 such a dream1 ,involves you2 such a dastardly despair #aij ,unmans your soul1 as madd'ning ,pentheus felt ,when1 baited round ,citheron's cruel sides1 ,he saw two suns1 and double ,thebes ascend4 ,you curse the sluggish ,port2 you curse the wretch1 ,the felon1 with unnatural mixture first #aie ,who dar'd to violate the virgin ,wine4 ,or on the fugitive ,champain you pour ,a thousand curses2 for to heav'n your soul ,it rapt1 to plunge you deeper in despair4 ,perhaps you rue even that divinest gift1 #bjj ,the gay1 serene1 good-natur'd ,burgundy1 ,or the fresh fragrant vintage of the ,rhine3 ,and with that heaven from mortals had withheld ,the grape1 and all intoxicating bowls4 ,besides1 it wounds you sore to recollect #bje ,what follies in your loose unguarded hour ,escap'd4 ,by one irrevocable word1 ,perhaps that meant no harm1 you lose a friend4 ,or in the rage of wine your hasty hand ,performs a deed to haunt you to your grave4 #baj ,add that your means1 your health1 your parts decay2 ,your friends avoid you2 brutishly transform'd ,they hardly know you2 or if one remains ,to wish you well1 he wishes you in heaven4 ,despis'd1 unwept you fall2 who might have left #bae ,a sacred1 cherish'd1 sadly-pleasing name2 ,a name still to be utter'd with a sigh4 ,your last ungraceful scene has quite effac'd ,all sense and memory of your former worth4 ,how to live happiest2 how avoid the pains1 #bbj ,the disappointments1 and disgusts of those ,who would in pleasure all their hours employ2 ,the precepts here of a divine old man ,i could recite4 ,tho' old1 he still retain'd ,his manly sense1 and energy of mind4 #bbe ,virtuous and wise he was1 but not severe2 ,he still remember'd that he once was young2 ,his easy presence check'd no decent joy4 ,him even the dissolute admir'd2 for he ,a graceful looseness when he pleas'd put on1 #bcj ,and laughing cou'd instruct4 ,much had he read1 ,much more had seen2 he studied from the life1 ,and in th' original perus'd mankind4 ,vers'd in the woes and vanities of life1 ,he pitied man3 ,and much he pitied those #bce ,whom falsely-smiling fate has curs'd with means ,to dissipate their days in quest of joy4 ,our aim is ,happiness2 'tis yours1 'tis mine1 ,he said1 'tis the pursuit of all that live2 ,yet few attain it1 if 'twas e'er attain'd4 #bdj ,but they the widest wander from the mark1 ,who thro' the flow'ry paths of saunt'ring ,joy ,seek this coy ,goddess2 that from stage to stage ,invites us still1 but shifts as we pursue4 ,for1 not to name the pains that pleasure brings #bde ,to counterpoise itself1 relentless ,fate ,forbids that we thro' gay voluptuous wilds ,should ever roam3 ,and were the ,fates more kind ,our narrow luxuries would soon be stale4 ,were these exhaustless1 ,nature would grow sick1 #bej ,and1 cloy'd with pleasure1 squeamishly complain ,that all was vanity1 and life a dream4 ,let nature rest3 ,be busy for yourself1 ,and for your friend2 be busy even in vain ,rather than teize her sated appetites4 #bee ,who never fasts no banquet e'er enjoys2 ,who never toils or watches never sleeps4 ,let nature rest3 ,and when the taste of joy ,grows keen1 indulge2 but shun satiety4 ',tis not for mortals always to be blest4 #bfj ,but him the least the dull or painful hours ,of life oppress1 whom sober ,sense conducts ,and ,virtue1 thro' this labyrinth we tread4 ,virtue and ,sense ,i mean not to disjoin2 ,virtue and ,sense are one2 and1 trust me1 he #bfe ,who has not virtue is not truly wise4 ,virtue 7for meer good-nature is a fool7 ,is sense and spirit1 with humanity3 ',tis sometimes angry1 and its frown confounds2 ',tis even vindictive1 but in vengeance just4 #bgj ,knaves fain would laugh at it2 some great ones dare2 ,but at his heart the most undaunted son ,of fortune dreads its name and awful charms4 ,to noblest uses this determines wealth2 ,this is the solid pomp of prosperous days2 #bge ,the peace and shelter of adversity4 ,and if you pant for glory1 build your fame ,on this foundation1 which the secret shock ,defies of ,envy and all-sapping ,time4 ,the gawdy gloss of ,fortune only strikes #bhj ,the vulgar eye3 ,the suffrage of the wise1 ,the praise that's worth ambition1 is attain'd ,by ,sense alone1 and dignity of mind4 ,virtue1 the strength and beauty of the soul1 ,is the best gift of heaven3 a happiness #bhe ,that even above the smiles and frowns of fate ,exalts great ,nature's favourites3 a wealth ,that ne'er encumbers1 nor to baser hands ,can be transfer'd3 it is the only good ,man justly boasts of1 or can call his own4 #bij ,riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd2 ,or dealt by chance1 to shield a lucky knave1 ,or throw a cruel sun-shine on a fool4 ,but for one end1 one much-neglected use1 ,are riches worth your care3 7for ,nature's wants #bie ,are few1 and without opulence supplied47 ,this noble end is1 to produce the ,soul2 ,to shew the virtues in their fairest light2 ,to make ,humanity the ,minister ,of bounteous ,providence2 and teach the ,breast #cjj ,that generous luxury the ,gods enjoy4 ,thus1 in his graver vein1 the friendly ,sage ,sometimes declaim'd4 ,of ,right and ,wrong he taught ,truths as resin'd as ever ,athens heard2 ,and 7strange to tell67 he practis'd what he preach'd4 #cje ,skill'd in the ,passions1 how to check their sway ,he knew1 as far as ,reason can controul ,the lawless ,powers4 ,but other cares are mine3 ,form'd in the school of ,pon1 ,i relate ,what ,passions hurt the body1 what improve3 #caj ,avoid them1 or invite them1 as you may4 ,know then1 whatever chearful and serene ,supports the mind1 supports the body too4 ,hence the most vital movement mortals feel ,is ,hope2 the balm and life-blood of the soul4 #cae ,it pleases1 and it lasts4 ,indulgent heaven ,sent down the kind delusion1 thro' the paths ,of rugged life2 to lead us patient on2 ,and make our happiest state no tedious thing4 ,our greatest good1 and what we least can spare4 #cbj ,is ,hope2 the last of all our evils1 ,fear4 ,but there are ,passions grateful to the breast1 ,and yet no friends to ,life2 perhaps they please ,or to excess1 and dissipate the soul2 ,or while they please1 torment4 ,the stubborn ,clown1 #cbe ,the ill-tam'd ,ruffian1 and pale ,usurer1 7,if ,love's omnipotence such hearts can mould7 ,may safely mellow into love2 and grow ,refin'd1 humane1 and generous1 if they can4 ,love in such bosoms never to a fault #ccj ,or pains or pleases4 ,but ye finer ,souls1 ,form'd to soft luxury1 and prompt to thrill ,with all the tumults1 all the joys and pains1 ,that beauty gives2 with caution and reserve ,indulge the sweet destroyer of repose1 #cce ,nor court too much the ,queen of charming cares4 ,for1 while the cherish'd poison in your breast ,ferments and maddens2 sick with jealousy1 ,absence1 distrust1 or even with anxious joy1 ,the wholsome appetites and powers of life #cdj ,dissolve in languor4 ,the coy stomach loaths ,the genial board3 ,your chearful days are gone3 ,the generous bloom that flush'd your cheeks is fled4 ,to sighs devoted and to tender pains1 ,pensive you sit1 or solitary stray1 #cde ,and waste your youth in musing4 ,musing first ,toy'd into care your unsuspecting heart3 ,it found a liking there1 a sportful fire1 ,and that fomented into serious love2 ,which musing daily strengthens and improves #cej ,thro' all the heights of fondness and romance3 ,and you're undone1 the fatal shaft has sped1 ,if once you doubt whether you love or no4 ,the body wastes away2 th' infected mind1 ,dissolv'd in female tenderness1 forgets #cee ,each manly virtue1 and grows dead to fame4 ,sweet heaven from such intoxicating charms ,defend all worthy breasts6 ,not that ,i deem ,love always dangerous1 always to be shun'd4 ,love well repaid1 and not too weakly sunk #cfj ,in wanton and unmanly tenderness1 ,adds bloom to ,health2 o'er every virtue sheds ,a gay1 humane1 and amiable grace1 ,and brightens all the ornaments of man4 ,but fruitless1 hopeless1 disappointed1 rack'd #cfe ,with jealousy1 fatigued with hope and fear1 ,too serious1 or too languishingly fond1 ,unnerves the body and unmans the soul4 ,and some have died for ,love2 and some run mad2 ,and some with desperate hand themselves have slain4 #cgj ,some to extinguish1 others to prevent1 ,a mad devotion to one dangerous ,fair1 ,court all they meet2 in hopes to dissipate ,the cares of ,love amongst a hundred ,brides4 ,th' event is doubtful3 for there are who find #cge ,a cure in this2 there are who find it not4 ',tis no relief1 alas6 it rather galls ,the wound1 to those who are sincerely sick4 ,for while from feverish and tumultuous joys ,the nerves grow languid and the soul subsides2 #chj ,the tender ,fancy smarts with every sting2 ,and what was ,love before is ,madness now4 ,is health your care1 or luxury your aim1 ,be temperate still3 ,when ,nature bids obey2 ,her wild impatient sallies bear no curb4 #che ,but when the prurient habit of delight1 ,or loose ,imagination1 spurs you on ,to deeds above your strength1 impute it not ,to ,nature3 ,nature all compulsion hates4 ,ah6 let nor luxury nor vain renown #cij ,urge you to feats you well might sleep without2 ,to make what should be rapture a fatigue1 ,a tedious task2 nor in the wanton arms ,of twining ,las melt your manhood down4 ,for from the colliquation of soft joys #cie ,how chang'd you rise6 the ghost of what you was6 ,languid1 and melancholy1 and gaunt1 and wan2 ,your veins exhausted and your nerves unstrung4 ,spoil'd of its balm and sprightly zest1 the blood ,grows vapid phlegm2 along the tender nerves #djj 7,to each slight impulse tremblingly awake7 ,a subtle ,fiend that mimics all the plagues ,rapid and restless springs from part to part4 ,the blooming honours of your youth are fallen2 ,your vigour pines2 your vital powers decay2 #dje ,diseases haunt you2 and untimely ,age ,creeps on2 unsocial1 impotent1 and lewd4 ,infatuate1 impious1 epicure6 to waste ,the stores of pleasure1 chearfulness1 and health6 ,infatuate all who make delight their trade1 #daj ,and coy perdition every hour pursue4 ,who pines with ,love1 or in lascivious flames ,consumes1 is with his own consent undone3 ,he chuses to be wretched1 to be mad2 ,and warn'd proceeds and wilful to his fate4 #dae ,but there's a ,passion1 whole tempestuous sway ,tears up each virtue planted in the breast1 ,and shakes to ruins proud philosophy4 ,for pale and trembling ,anger rushes in1 ,with fault'ring speech1 and eyes that wildly stare2 #dbj ,fierce as the ,tyger1 madder than the seas1 ,desperate1 and arm'd with more than human strength4 ,how soon the calm1 humane1 and polish'd man ,forgets compunction1 and starts up a fiend6 ,who pines in ,love1 or wastes with silent ,cares1 #dbe ,envy1 or ,ignominy1 or tender ,grief1 ,slowly descends and ling'ring to the shades4 ,but he whom ,anger stings1 drops1 if he dies1 ,at once1 and rushes apoplectic down2 ,or a fierce fever hurries him to hell4 #dcj ,for1 as the ,body thro' unnumber'd strings ,reverberates each vibration of the ,soul2 ,as is the ,passion1 such is still the ,pain ,the ,body feels2 or chronic1 or acute4 ,and oft a sudden storm at once o'erpowers #dce ,the ,life1 or gives your ,reason to the winds4 ,such fates attend the rash alarm of ,fear1 ,and sudden ,grief1 and ,rage1 and sudden ,joy4 ,there are1 mean time1 to whom the boist'rous fit ,is ,health1 and only fills the sails of life4 #ddj ,for where the ,mind a torpid winter leads1 ,wrapt in a ,body corpulent and cold1 ,and each clogg'd function lazily moves on2 ,a generous sally spurns th' incumbent load1 ,unlocks the breast1 and gives a cordial glow4 #dde ,but if your wrathful blood is apt to boil1 ,or are your nerves too irritably strung2 ,wave all ,dispute2 be cautious if you joke2 ,keep ,lent for ever2 and forswear the ,bowl4 ,for one rash moment sends you to the shades1 #dej ,or shatters every hopeful scheme of life1 ,and gives to horror all your days to come4 ,fate1 arm'd with thunder1 fire1 and every plague ,that ruins1 tortures1 or distracts mankind1 ,and makes the happy wretched in an hour1 #dee ,o'erwhelms you not with woes so horrible ,as your own ,wrath1 nor gives more sudden blows4 ,while ,choler works1 good ,friend1 you may be wrong2 ,distrust yourself1 and sleep before you fight4 ',tis not too late to morrow to be brave2 #dfj ,if ,honour bids1 to morrow kill or die4 ,but calm advice against a raging fit ,avails too little2 and it tries the power ,of all that ever taught in ,prose or ,song1 ,to tame the ,fiend that sleeps a gentle ,lamb1 #dfe ,and wakes a ,lion4 ,unprovok'd and calm1 ,you reason well1 see as you ought to see1 ,and wonder at the madness of mankind3 ,seiz'd with the common rage1 you soon forget ,the speculations of your wiser hours4 #dgj ,beset with ,furies of all deadly shapes1 ,fierce and insidious1 violent and slow2 ,with all that urge or lure us on to ,fate2 ,what refuge shall we seek8 what arms prepare8 ,where ,reason proves too weak1 or void of wiles1 #dge ,to cope with subtle or impetuous ,powers1 ,i would invoke new ,passions to your aid3 ,with ,indignation would extinguish ,fear1 ,with ,fear or generous ,pity vanquish ,rage1 ,and ,love with ,pride2 and force to force oppose4 #dhj ,there is a ,charm3 a ,power that sways the breast2 ,bids every ,passion revel or be still2 ,inspires with ,rage1 or all your ,cares dissolves2 ,can sooth ,distraction1 and almost ,despair4 ,that ,power is ,music3 ,far beyond the stretch #dhe ,of those unmeaning warblers on our stage2 ,those clumsy ,heroes1 those fat-headed ,gods1 ,who move no ,passion justly but ,contempt3 ,who1 like our dancers 7light indeed and strong67 ,do wond'rous feats1 but never heard of grace4 #dij ,the fault is ours2 we bear those monstrous arts1 ,good ,heaven6 we praise them3 we1 with loudest peals1 ,applaud the fool that highest lifts his heels2 ,and1 with insipid shew of rapture1 die ,of ideot notes1 impertinently long4 #die ,but he the ,muse's laurel justly shares1 ,a ,poet he1 and touch'd with ,heaven's own fire2 ,who1 with bold rage or solemn pomp of sounds1 ,inflames1 exalts1 and ravishes the soul2 ,now tender1 plaintive1 sweet almost to pain1 #ejj ,in ,love dissolves you2 now in sprightly strains ,breathes a gay rapture thro' your thrilling breast2 ,or melts the heart with airs divinely sad2 ,or wakes to horror the tremendous strings4 ,such was the bard1 whose heavenly strains of old #eje ,appeas'd the fiend of melancholy ,saul4 ,such was1 if old and heathen fame say true1 ,the man who bade the ,theban domes ascend1 ,and tam'd the savage nations with his song2 ,and such the ,thracian1 whose harmonious lyre1 #eaj ,tun'd to soft woe1 made all the mountains weep2 ,sooth'd even th' inexorable powers of ,hell1 ,and half redeem'd his lost ,eurydice4 ,music exalts each ,joy1 allays each ,grief1 ,expells ,diseases1 softens every ,pain1 #eae ,subdues the rage of ,poison1 and the ,plague2 ,and hence the wise of ancient days ador'd ,one ,power of ,physic1 ,melody1 and ,song4 ,the ,,end4 ,illustration ,,footnotes3 #a ,hygeia the goddess of health1 was1 according to the genealogy of the heathen deities1 the daughter of ,esculapius2 who1 as well as ,apollo1 was distinguished by the name of ,pon4 #b ,the wild rose1 or that which grows upon the wild briar4 #c ,the burning fever4 #d ,hippocrates4 #e ,in the human body1 as well as in those of other animals1 the larger blood-vessels are composed of smaller ones2 which1 by the violent motion and pressure of the fluids in the large vessels1 lose their cavities by degrees1 and degenerate into impervious chords or fibres4 ,in proportion as these small vessels become solid1 the larger must of course grow less extensile1 more rigid1 and make a stronger resistance to the action of the heart1 and force of the blood4 ,from this gradual condensation of the smaller vessels1 and consequent rigidity of the larger ones1 the progress of the human body from infancy to old age is accounted for4 #f ,this word is much used by some of the old ,english poets1 and signifies ,reward or ,prize4 #g ,the inflammation of the lungs4 ,transcriber's ,notes ,obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected4 ,variations in hyphenation and accents have been standardised but all other spelling and punctuation remains unchanged4 ,italics are represented thus italic4