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Dwells not in mortal fire; whose gen'rous heat Readiest obeys th' assimilating powers;
In youth and sanguine vigour let him die;
Absolve him ill-requited from the yoke.
Some with high forage, and luxuriant ease,
Indulge the veteran ox; but wiser thou,
From the bald mountain or the barren downs,
Expect the flocks by frugal Nature fed;
A race of purer blood, with exercise Enough of air. A desert subject now,
Refind and scanty fare : for, old or young, Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.
The stall'd are never healthy ; nor the cramn'd A barren waste, where not a garland grows
Not all the culinary arts can tame
Of rest and gluttony; the prudent taste
Rejects like bane such loathsome lusciousness.
Its feeble tone; and with the eager lymph
(Fond to incorporate with all it meets)
Of rancid bile o'erflows: what tumults bence,
What horrours rise, were nauseous to relate. Pour'd by the heart, and to the heart again Choose leaner viands, ye whose jovial make Refunded; scourg'd for ever round and round; Too fast the gummy nutriment imbibes : Enrag'd with heat and toil, at last forgets
Choose sober meals; and rouse to active life Its balmy nature ; virulent and thin
Your cumbrous clay; nor on the enfeebling down It grows; and now, but that a thousand gates Irresolute, protract the morning lours, Are open to its fight, it would destroy
But let the man whose bones are thinly clad, The parts it cherish'd and repair'd before.
With cheerful ease and succulent repast Besides, the flexible and tender tubes
Improve his habit if he can ; for each Melt in the mildest most nectareous tide
Extreme departs from perfect sanity. That ripening Nature rolls; as in the stream I could relate what table this demands, Its crumbling banks; but what the force
Or that complexion : what the various powers Of plastic fluids hourly batters down,
Of various foods : but tifty years would roll, That very force, those plastic particles
And fifty more before the tale were donc. Rebuild: so mutable the state of man.
Besides, there often lurks some nameless, range, For this the watchful appetite was given,
Peculiar thing; nor on the skin display'd, Daily with fresh materials to repair
Felt in the pulse, nor in the habit secn; This unavoidable expense of life,
Which finds a poison in the food that most This necessary waste of flesh and blood.
The temp'rature affects. There are, whose blood Hence, the concoctive powers, with various art, Impetuous rages through the turgid veins, Subdue the cruder aliments to chyle ;
Who better bear the fiery fruits of India
Of chilly nature others fly the board
Some even the generous nutriment detest
Which, in the shell, the sleeping embryo rears. Can labour into blood. The hungry meal Some, more unhappy still, repent the gifts Alone he fears, or aliments too thin;
Of Pales; soft, delicious and benign:
The balmy quintessence of every flower,
The best refection of declining age;
The kind restorative of those who lie
Of nature struggling in the grasp of death.
Try all the bounties of this fertile globe,
As suits with every stomach. But (except,
Amid the mingled mass of fish and fowl, Grow wiser, lesson'd by the dropping teeth. Acd boil'd and bak’d, you besitate by which Half subtiliz'd to chyle, the liquid food
You sunk oppress'd, or whether not by all)
aught by experience soon you may discern For want of use the kindest aliment hat pleases, what offends. Avoid the cates Sometimes offends; while custom tames the rage hat lull the sicken'd appetite too long;
Of poison to mild amity with life. r heave with fev'rish flushings all the face,
So Heaven has form'd us to the general taste urn in the palms, and parch the rough’ning of all its gifts : so custom has improv'd tongue;
This bent of nature; that few simple foods, 'r much diminish or too much increase
Of all that earth, or air, or ocean yield, h' expense, which Nature's wise economy, But by excess offend. Beyond the sense 'ithout or waste or avarice, maintains.
Of light refection, at the genial board ich cates abjur'd, let prowling hunger loose, Indulge not often; nor protract the feast nd bid the curious palate roam at will ;
To dull satiety; till soft and slow hey scarce can err amid the various stores
A drowsy death creeps on, th' expansive soul hat burst the teeming entrails of the world. Oppress'd, and smother'd the celestial fire. Led by sagacious taste, the ruthless king The stomach, urg'd beyond its active tone, f beasts on blood and slaughter only lives; Hardly to nutrimental chyle subdues he tiger, form'd alike to cruel meals,
The softest food : unfinish'd and deprav'u, 'ould at the manger starve; of milder seeds The chyle, in all its future wanderings, owns he generous horse to herbage and to grain Its turbid fountain ; not by purer streams onfines his wish ; though fabling Greece resound So to be clear’d, but foulness will remain. he Thracian steeds with human carnage wild. To sparkling wine what ferment can exalt rompted by instinct's never-erring power, Th' unripen'd grape? or wliat mechanic skill ach creature knows its proper aliment;
From the crude ore can spin the ductile gold ? ut man, th' inhabitant of every clime,
Gross riot treasures up a wealthy fund With all the commoners of Nature feeds.
Of plagues : but more immedicable ills irected, bounded, by this power within,
Attend the lean extreme. For physic knows heir cravings are well aim'd: voluptuous man How to disburthen the too tumid veins, i by superior faculties misled;
Even how to ripen the half-labour'd blood : listed from pleasure even in quest of joy,
But to unlock the elemental tubes, ated with Nature's boons, what thousands seek, Collaps'd and shrunk with long inanity, l'ith di shes tortur'd from their native taste, And with balsamic nutriment repair ind mad variety, to spur beyond
The dried and worn-out habit, were to bid ts wiser will the jaded appetite !
Old age grow green, and wear a second spring: s this for pleasure ? Learn a juster taste!
Or the tall ash, long ravish'd from the soil, ind know that temperance is true luxury.
Through wither'd veins imbibe the vernal dew. Or is it pride ? Pursue some nobler aim,
When hunger calls, obey ; not often wait Dismiss your parasites who praise for hire ; Till hunger sharpen to corrosive pain : ind earn the fair esteem of honest men, [yours, For the keen appetite will feast beyond Chose praise is faine. Form'd of such clay as What nature well can bear : and one extreme 'he sick, the needy, shiver at your gates.
Ne'er without danger meets its own reverse. Cven modest want may bless your hand unseen, Too greedily th' exhausted veins absorb hough hush'd in patient wretchedness at home. The recent chyle, and load enfeebled powers s there no virgin, grac'd with ev'ry charm
Oft to th' extinction of the vital flame. But that which binds the mercenary vow ?
To the pale cities, by the firm-set siege No youth of genius, whose neglected bloom And famine humbled, may this verse be borne ; infoster'd sickens in the barren shade ?
And hear, ye hardiest sons that Albion breeds, No worthy man by fortune's random blows, Long toss'd and famish'd on the wintry main; Dr by a heart too generous and humane,
The war shook off, or hospitable shore Constrain’d to leave his happy natal seat,
Attain'd, with temperance bear the shock of joy; Ind sigh for wants more bitter than his own? Nor crown with festive rites th' auspicious day : There are, while human miseries abound,
Such feasts might prove more fatal than the wares, A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, Than war or famine. While the vital fire Without one fool or flatterer at your board, Burns feebly, heap not the green fuel on; Without one hour of sickness or disgust.
But prudently foment the wandering spark But other ills th' ambiguous feast pursue, With what the soonest feeds its kindest touch : Besides provoking the lascivious taste.
Be frugal ev’n of that: a little give
Till, by deliberate nourishing, the flame
But though the two (the full and the jejune) Th' unbounded taste I mean not to confine
Extremes have each their vice; it much avails To hermit's diet needlessly severe.
Ever with gentle tide to ebb and flow
May bring. Besides, a meagre day subdues
Collected, and unloads the wheels of life.
Then is the time to sbun the tempting board, With caution fruits you never tried before. Werc it your natal or your nuptial day.
Perhaps a fast so seasonable starves
A generous pulp: the cocoa swells on higa The latent seeds of woe, which rooted once With milky riches; and in horrid mail Might cost you labour. But the day return'd The crisp ananas wraps its poignant sweets Of festal luxury, the wise indulge
Earth's vaunted progeny; in ruder air Most in the tender vegetable breed :
Too coy to flourish, even too proud to live ; Then chiefly when the summer beams inflame Or hardly rais'd by artificial fire The brazen Heavens ; or angry Sirius sheds To vapid life. Here with a mother's smile A feverish taint through the still gulph of air. Glad Amalthea pours her copious horn, The moist cool viands then, and flowing cup, Here buxom Ceres reigns : the autumnal sea From the fresh dairy-virgin’s liberal hand, [world! In boundless billows fluctuates o'er their plains Will save your head from harm, though round the What suits the climate best, what suits the men, The dreaded causos roll his wasteful fires. Nature profuses most and most the taste Pale humid Winter loves the generous board, Demands. The fountain, edg'd with racy wine The meal more copious, and the warmer fare ; Or acid fruit, bedews their thirsty souls And longs with old wood and old wine to cheer The breeze eternal breathing round their limbs His quaking heart. The seasons which divide Supports in else intolerable air : Th' empires of heat and cold; by neither claim'd, While the cool palm, the plantain, and the grove Influenc'd by both; a middle regimen
That waves on gloomy Lebanon, assuage Impose. Through Autumn's languishing domain The torrid Hell that beams upon their heads. Descending, Nature by degrees invites
Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead; To glowing luxury. But from the depth
Now let me wander through your gelid reige. of Winter, when th' invigorated year
I burn to view th' enthusiastic wilds Emerges ; when Favonius, flush'd with love, By mortal else untrod. I hear the din Toyful and young, in every breeze descends Of waters thund'ring o'er the ruin'd cliffs. More warm and wanton on his kindling bride; With holy reverence I approach the rocks Then, shepherds, then begin to spare your flocks; Whence glide the streams renown'd in ancient se And learn with wise humanity, to check
Here from the desert down the rumbling steep The lust of blood. Now pregnant earth commits First springs the Nile; here bursts the sounding P: A various offspring to the indulgent sky:
In angry waves ; Euphrates hence devolves Now bounteous Nature feeds with lavish hand A mighty flood to water half the East : The prone creation ; yields what once suffic'd And there, in Gothic solitude reclin'd, Their dainty sovereign, when the world was young; The cheerless Tanais pours his hoary urn. Ere yet the barbarous thirst of blood had seiz'd What solemn twilight! what stupendous shades The human breast. — Each rolling month matures Enwrap these infant floods! through every serie The food that suits it most; so does each clime. A sacred horrour thrills, a pleasing fear
Far in the horrid realms of Winter, where Glides o'er my frame. The forest deepens round Th' establish'd ocean heaps a monstrous waste And more gigantic still th' impending trees Of shining rocks and mountains to the Pole, Stretch their extravagant arms athwart the gloon There lives a hardy race, whose plainest wants Are these the confines of some fairy world? Relentless Earth, their cruel step-mother,
A land of genii ? Say, beyond these wilds Regards not. On the waste of iron fields, What unknown nations ? if, indeed, beyond Untam'd, intractable, no harvests wave:
Aught habitable lies. And whither leads, Pomona hates them, and the clownish god
To what strange regions, or of bliss or pain, Who tends the garden. In this frozen world That subterraneous way? Propitious maids, Such cooling gifts were vain : a fitter meal Conduct me, while with fearful steps I tread Is earn’d with ease; for here the fruitful spawn This trembling ground. The task remains to sing Of ocean swarms, and heaps their genial board Your gifts (so Pæon, so the powers of health With generous fare and luxury profuse.
Command) to praise your crystal element : These are their bread, the only bread they know : The chief ingredient in Heaven's various worke: These, and their willing slave the deer that crops Whose flexile genius sparkles in the gem, The shrubby herbage on their ineagre hills. Grows firm in oak, and fugitive in wine; Girt by the burning zone, not thus the South The vehicle, the source, of nutriment Her swarthy sons in either Ind maintains :
And life, to all that vegetate or live. Or thirsty Libya ; from whose fervid loins
O comfortable streams! with eager lips The lion bursts, and every fiend that roams And trembling hand the languid thirsty quaff Th' affrighted wilderness. The mountain-herd, New life in you ; fresh vigour fills their veins Adust and dry, no sweet repast affords;
No warmer cups the rural ages knew; Nor does the tepid main such kinds produce, None warmer sought the sires of human kind So perfect, so delicious, as the shoals
Happy in temperate peace! their equal days Of icy Zembla. Rashly where the blood (tain | Felt not th' alternate fits of feverish mirthi, Brews feverish frays ; where scarce the tubes sus-And sick dejection. Still serene and pleas'd Its tumid fervour, and tempestuous course ; They knew no pains but what the tender soal Kind Nature tempts not to such gifts as these. With pleasure yields to, and would ne'er forget But here in livid ripeness melts the grape :
Blest with divine immunity from ails, Here, finish'd by invigorating suns,
Long centuries they liv'd; their only fate Through the green shade the golden orange glows: Was ripe old age, and rather sleep than death Spontaneous here the turgid melon yields
Oh! could those worthies from the world of gads
Return to visit their degenerate sons, • The burning fever.
How would they scorn the joys of modern time,
With all our art and toil improv'd to pain!
Say how, unseason'd to the midnight frays Too happy they! but wealth brought luxury, of Comus and his rout, wilt thou contend, And luxury on sloth begot disease.
(dain With Centaurs long to hardy deeds inur'd ? Learn temperance, friends; and hear without dis- Then learn to revel; but by slow degrees : The choice of water. Thus the Coan sage
By slow degrees the liberal arts are won; Opin'd, and thus the learn'd of ev'ry school. And Hercules grew strong. But when you smooth What least of foreign principles partakes
The brows of care, indulge your festive vein Is best : the lightest then ; what bears the touch In cups by well-inform'd experience found Of fire the least, and soonest mounts in air ; The least your bane; and only with your friends, The most insipid ; the most void of smell.
There are sweet follies; frailties to be seen Such the rude mountain from his horrid sides By friends alone, and men of generous minds. Pours down; such waters in the sandy vale
Oh! seldom may the fated hours return For ever boil, alike of winter frosts
Of drinking deep! I would not daily taste,
Through rocks resounding, or for many a mile (pure, Weak withering age no rigid law forbids,
And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play. But youth has better joys: The sordid lake, and all such drowsy floods
And is it wise when youth with pleasure flows, As fill from Lethe Belgia's slow canals ;
To squander the reliefs of age and pain? With rest corrupt, with vegetation green;
What dextrous thousands just within the goal Squalid with generation, and the birth
Of wild debauch direct their nightly course! of little monsters ;) till the power of fire
Perhaps no sickly qualms bedim their days, las from profane embraces disengag'd
No morning admonitions shock the head. The violated lymph. The virgin stream
But, ah! what woes remain ! life rolls apace, 'n boiling wastes its finer soul in air.
And that incurable disease, old age, Nothing like simple element dilutes
In youthful bodies more severely felt, The food, or gives the chyle so soon to flow. More sternly active, shakes their blasted prime; But where the stomach, indolent and cold,
Except kind Nature by some hasty blow Toys with its duty, animate with wine
Prevent the lingering fates. For know, whate'er Th' insipid stream: though golden Ceres yields Beyond its natural fervour hurries on 1 more voluptuous, a more sprightly draught ; The sanguine tide; whether the frequent bowl, Perhaps more active. Wine unmix'd, and all High-season'd fare, or exercise to toil The gluey floods that from the vex'd abyss
Protracted ; spurs to its last stage tired life, f fermentation spring; with spirit fraught,
And sows the temples with untimely snow, And furious with intoxicating fire;
When life is new the ductile fibres feel Retard concoction, and preserve unthaw'd
The heart's increasing force ; and, day by day, Th' embodied mass. You see what countless years, | The growth advances : 'till the larger tubes Embalm'd in fiery quintessence of wine,
Acquiring (from their elemental veins * The puny wonders of the reptile world,
Condens'd to solid chords) a firmer tone, - The tender rudiments of life, the slim
Sustain, and just sustain, th' impetuous blood. Jnravellings of minute anatomy,
Here stops the growth. With overbearing pulse Maintain their texture, and unchang'd remain. And pressure, still the great destroy the small; We curse not wine: the vile excess we blaine;
Still with the ruins of the small grow strong. More fruitful than th' accumulated board,
Life glows meantime, amid the grinding force Of pain and misery. For the subtle draught Of viscous fluids and elastic tubes; faster and surer swells the vital tide;
Its various functions vigorously are plied And with more active poison than the floods By strong machinery; and in solid health of grosser crudity convey, pervades
The man confirm'd long triumphs o'er disease. l'he far remote meanders of our frame.
But the full ocean ebbs: there is a point, Ah! sly deceiver ! branded o'er and o'er,
By Nature fix’d, when life must downward tend. Yet still believ'd! exulting o'er the wreck
For still the beating tide consolidates Of sober vows! - But the Parnassian maids The stubborn vessels, more reluctant still Another time, perhaps, shall sing the joys t, To the weak throbs of th' ill supported heart. The fatal charms, the many woes of wine ; This languishing, these strength'ning by degrees Perhaps its various tribes and various powers.
Meantime, I would not always dread the bowl, * In the human body, as well as in those of other Nor every trespass shun. The feverish strife, animals, the larger blood vessels are composed of Rous'd by the rare debauch, subdues, expels smaller ones; which, by the violent motion and I'he loitering crudities that burden life ;
pressure of the fluids in the large vessels, lose their And, like a torrent full and rapid, clears
cavities by degrees, and degenerate into impervious Th’ obstructed tubes. Besides, this restless world chords or fibres. In proportion as these small vesIs full of chances, which, by habit's power, sels become solid, the larger must of course become To learn to bear is easier than to shun.
less extensile, more rigid, and make a stronger reAh! when ambition, meagre love of gold, sistance to the action of the heart, and force of the Or sacred country calls, with mellowing wine blood. From this gradual condensation of the To moisten well the thirsty suffrages;
smaller vessels, and consequent rigidity of the larger
ones, the progress of the human body from infancy Hippocrates. † Sce Book IV. lo old age is accounted for.
To hard unyielding unelastic tone,
Such the reward of rude and sober life; Through tedious channels the congealing flood Of labour such. By health the peasant's ecil Crawls lazily, and hardly wanders on;
Is well repaid; if exercise were pain It loiters still ; and now it stirs no more,
Indeed, and temperance pain. By arts like the This is the period few attain; the death
Laconia nurs'd of old her hardy sons ; Of Nature ; thus (so Heav'n ordain'd it) life And Rome's unconquer'd legions urg'd their was Destroys itself; and could these laws have chang'd, Unhurt, through every toil in every clime. Nestor might now the fates of Troy relate ;
Toil, and be strong. By toil the flaccid nerves And Homer live immortal as his song.
Grow firm, and gain a more compacted tone ; What does not fade? the tower that long had stood The greener juices are by toil subdu'd, The crush of thunder and the warring winds, Mellow'd and subtiliz'd; the vapid old Shook by the slow, but sure destroyer, Time, Expell’d, and all the rancour of the blood. Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base.
Come, my companions, ye who feel the charms And flinty pyramids, and walls of brass,
Of Nature and the year; come, let us stray Descend: the Babylonian spires are sunk;
Where chance or fancy leads our roring walk: Achaia, Rome, and Egypt moulder down.
Come, while the soft voluptuous breezes faa Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones,
The fleecy Heavens, enwrap the limbs in balm, And tottering empires crush by their own weight. And shed a charming languor o'er the soul. This huge rotundity we tread grows old ;
Nor when bright Winter sows with prickly front And all those worlds that roll around the Sun, The vigorous ether, in unmanly warmth The Sun himself, shall die ; and ancient Night Indulge at home ; nor even when Eurus' blasts Again involve the desolate abyss :
This way and that convolve the lab'ring woods 'Till the great Father through the lifeless gloom My liberal walks, save when the skies in rain Extend his arm to light another world,
Or fogs relent, no season should confine And bid new planets roll by other laws.
Or to the cloister'd gallery or arcade. For through the regions of unbounded space, Go, climb the mountain; from th' ethereal soun Where unconfin'd Omnipotence has room,
Imbibe the recent gale. The cheerful mort Being, in various systems, fluctuates still
Beams o'er the hills; go, mount th' esulting station Between creation and abhorr'd decay:
Already, see, the deep-mouth'd beagles catchi It ever did, perhaps, and ever will,
The tainted mazes ; and, on eager sport
Each doubtful trace. Or, if a nobler prey
And through its deepest solitudes awake
The vocal forest with the jovial horn.
But if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale EXERCISE.
Exceed your strength, a sport of less fatigue,
Not less delightful, the prolific stream Through various toils th' adventurous Muse has Affords. The crystal rivulet, that o'er past;
A stony channel rolls its rapid maze, But half the toil, and more than half, remains. Swarms with the silver fry. Such, through* Rude is her theme, and hardly fit for song; Of pastoral Stafford, runs the brawling Trent; Plain, and of little ornament; and I
Such Eden, sprung from Cumbrian mountains; sed But little practis'd in th' Aonian arts.
The Esk, o'erhung with woods; and such this Yet not in vain such labours have we tried, If aught these lays the fickle health confirm. On whose Arcadian banks I first drew air, To you, ye delicate, I write; for you
Liddel ; till now, except in Doric lays I tame my youth to philosophic cares,
Tun'd to her murmurs by her love-sick swains, And grow still paler by the midnight lamps. Unknown in song; though not a purer strebni. Not to debilitate with timorous rules
Through meads more flowery, more romantic gretes A hardy frame; nor needlessly to brave
Rolls toward the western main. Hail, sacred time Inglorious dangers, proud of mortal strength, May still thy hospitable swains be blest Is all the lesson that in wholesome years
In rural innocence; thy mountains still Concerns the strong. His care were ill bestow'd Teem with the fleecy race; thy tuneful woods Who would with warm effeminacy nurse
For ever flourish ; and thy vales look gay The thriving oak which on the mountain's brow With painted meadows, and the golden grain ! Bears all the blasts that sweep the wint'ry Heaven. Oft, with thy blooming sons, when life was new,
Behold the labourer of the glebe, who toils Sportive and petulant, and charm'd with toys
In thy transparent eddies have I lavid :
The eager trout, and with the slender line
And tepid gales obscur'd the ruffled pool, His habit pure with plain and temperate meals, And from the deeps callid forth the wanton SWETE Robust with labour, and by custom steel'd
Form'd on the Samian school, or those of Ind, To every casualty of varied life;
There are who think these pastimes scarce buras. Serene he bears the peevish eastern blast,
Yet in my mind (and not relentless I) And uninfected breathes the mortal south.
His life is pure that wears no fouler stains