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JOHN ARMSTRONG, a physician and poet, was superior merit. Its topics are judiciously chosen born about 1709 at Castleion in Roxburghshire, from all those which can add grace or beauty to a where his father was the parish minister. He was difficult subject; and as he was naturally gifted brought up to the medical profession, which he with a musical ear, his lines are scarcely ever harsh. studied at the university of Edinburgh, where he In 1760 Dr. Armstrong had interest enough to took his degrees. He settled in London in the double obtain the appointment of physician to the army in capacity of physician and man of letters, and he Germany, which he retained till its return. He then rendered himself known by writings in each. In resumed his practice in London ; but his habits and 1744 his capital work, the didactic poem entitled manners opposed an insurmountable bar against “The Art of preserving Health,” made its appear-popular success. He possessed undoubted abilities, ance, and raised his literary reputation to a height but a morbid sensibility preyed on his temper, and which his subsequent publications scarcely sustained. This intellectual efforts were damped by a languid It has therefore been selected for this work; and it listlessness. He died in September, 1779, leaving may be affirmed, that of the class to which it be considerable savings from a very moderate income. longs, scarcely any English performance can claim



They fly thy pure effulgence: they and all

The secret poisons of avenging Heaven,

And all the pale tribes halting in the train
Book I.

or Vice and heedless Pleasure : or if aught
The comet's glare amid the burning sky,

Mournful eclipse, or planets ill combin'd,
DAUGIITER of Pæon, queen of every joy,

Portend disastrous to the vital world ; Hygeia ;* whose indulgent smile sustains Thy salutary power averts their rage, The various race luxuriant Nature pours,

Averts the general bane: and but for thee And on th' immortal essences bestows

Nature would sicken, nature soon would die. Immortal youth; auspicious, O descend !

Without thy cheerful active energy
Thou cheerful guardian of the rolling year, No rapture swells the breast, no poet sings,
Whether thou wanton'st on the western gale No more the maids of Helicon delight.
Or shak'st the rigid pinions of the North,

Come then with me, O goddess, heav'nly gay'
Diffusest life and vigor through the tracts Begin the song; and let it sweetly flow,
Of air, through earth, and ocean's deep domain. And let it wisely teach thy wholesome laws :
When through the blue serenity of Heaven

“ How best the fickle fabric to support
Thy power approaches, all the wasteful host Of mortal man; in healthful body how
Of Pain and Sickness, squalid and deform'd, A healthful mind the longest to maintain.”
Confounded sink into the lothesome gloom, "Tis hard, in such a strife of rules, to choose
Where in deep Erebus involv'd the Fiends The best, and those of most extensive use ;
Grow more profane. Whatever shapes of death, Harder in clear and animated song
Shook from the hideous chambers of the globe, Dry philosophic precepts to convey.
Swarm through the shuddering air: whatever plagues Yet with thy aid the secret wilds I trace
Or meagre famine breeds, or with slow wings of Nature, and with daring steps proceed
Rise from the putrid wat'ry element,

Through paths the Muses never trod before.
The damp waste forest, motionless and rank, Nor should I wander doubtful of my way,
That smothers earth, and all the breathless winds, Had I the lights of that sagacious mind
Or the vile carnage of th'inhuman field;

Which taught to check the pestilential fire,
Whatever baneful breathes the rotten South ; And quell the deadly Python of the Nile.
Whatever ills th' extremes or sudden change

thou belov'd by all the graceful arts, or cold and hot, or moist and dry, produce;

Thou long the fav'rite of the healing powers,

Indulge, 0 Mead! a well-design'd essay, * Hygeia, the goddess of health, was, according to the lowe'er imperfect: and permit that I genealogy of the heathen deities, the daughter of Æscu. My little knowledge with my country share, 'apius; who, as well as Apollo, was distinguished by the Till you the rich Asclepian stores unlock, name of Pæon.

And with new graces dignify the theme.

Ye who arnid this feverish world would wear Convulsive yawnings, lassitude, and pains A body free of pain, of cares a mind;

That sting the burden'd brows, fatigue the loins, Fly the rank city, shun its turbid air;

And rack the joints, and every torpid limb; Breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke

Then parching heat succeeds, till copious sweats And volatile corruption, from the dead,

O'erflow: a short relief from former ills The dying, sick’ning, and the living world Beneath repeated shocks the wretches pine, Exhal'd, to sully Heaven's transparent dome The vigor sinks, the habit melts away: With dim mortality. It is not air

The cheerful, pure, and animated bloom
That from a thousand lungs reeks back to thine, Dies from the face, with squalid atrophy
Sated with exhalations rank and fell,

Devour'd, in sallow melancholy clad.
The spoil of dunghills, and the putrid thaw And oft the sorceress, in her sated wrath,
Of nature ; when from shape and texture she Resigns them to the furies of her train :
Relapses into fighting elements :

The bloated Hydrops, and the yellow Fiend It is not air, but floats a nauseous mass

Ting'd with her own accumulated gall. of all obscene, corrupt, offensive things.

In quest of sites, avoid the mournful plain Much moisture hurts; but here a sordid bath, Where osiers thrive, and trees that love the lake With oily rancor fraught, relaxes more

Where many lazy muddy rivers flow : The solid frame than simple moisture can.

Nor for the wealth that all the Indies roll, Besides, immur'd in many a sullen bay

Fix near the marshy margin of the main. That never felt the freshness of the breeze, For from the humid soil and wat’ry reign This slumb'ring deep remains, and ranker grows Eternal vapors rise; the spongy air With sickly rest : and (though the lungs abhor For ever weeps : or, turgid with the weight To drink the dun fuliginous abyss)

Of waters, pours a sounding deluge down.
Did not the acid vigor of the mine,

Skies such as these let every mortal shun
Roll’d from so many thundering chimneys, tame Who dreads the dropsy, palsy, or the gout,
The putrid steams that overswarm the sky; Tertian, corrosive scurvy, or moist catarrh ;
This caustic venom would perhaps corrode Or any other injury that grows
Those tender cells that draw ihe vital air,

From raw-spun fibres idle and unstrung,
In vain with all the unctuous rills bedew'd; Skin ill-perspiring, and the purple flood
Or by the drunken venous tubes, that yawn In languid eddies loitering into ohlegm.
In countless pores o'er all the pervious skin

Yet not alone from humid skies we pine; Imbib’d, would poison the balsamic blood, For air may be too dry. The subtle Heaven, And rouse the heart to every fever's rage. That winnows into dust the blasted downs, While yet you breathe, away; the rural wilds Bare and extended wide without a stream, Invite; the mountains call you, and the vales ; Too fast imbibes th' attenuated lymph, The woods, the streams, and each ambrosial breeze Which, by the surface, from the blood exhales That fans the ever-undulating sky;

The lungs grow rigid, and with toil essay A kindly sky! whose fost'ring power regales Their flexible vibrations ! or inflam'd, Man, beast, and all the vegetable reign.

Their tender ever-moving structure thaws. Find then some woodland scene where Nature smiles Spoil'd of its limpid vehicle, the blood Benign, where all her honest children thrive. A mass of lees remains, a drossy tide To us there wants not many a happy seat! That slow as Lethe wanders through the veins Look round the smiling land, such numbers rise Unactive in the services of life, We hardly fix, bewilder'd in our choice.

Unfit to lead its pitchy current through See where, enthron'd in adamantine state,

The secret mazy channels of the brain. Proud of her bards, imperial Windsor sits ; The melancholic fiend (that worst despair Where choose thy seat, in some aspiring grove of physic) hence the rust-complexion'd man Fast by the slowly-winding Thames; or where Pursues, whose blood is dry, whose fibres gain Broader she laves fair Richmond's green retreats, Too stretch'd a tone; and hence in climes adust (Richmond, that sees an hundred villas rise So sudden tumults seize the trembling nerves, Rural or gay.) O! from the summer's rage, And burning fevers glow with double rage. 0! wrap me in the friendly gloom that hides Fly, if you can, these violent extremes Umbrageous Ham !-But if the busy town of air; the wholesome is nor moist nor dry. Attract thee still to toil for power or gold, But as the power of choosing is denied Sweetly thou may'st thy vacant hours possess To half mankind, a further task ensues; In Hampstead, courted by the western wind; How best to mitigate these fell extremes, Or Greenwich, waving o'er the winding food ; How breathe unhurt the withering element, Or lose the world amid the sylvan wilds

Or hazy atmosphere; though custom moulds Of Dulwich, yet by barbarous arts unspoil'd. To every clime the soft Promethean clay; Green rise the Kentish hills in cheerful air; And he who first the fogs of Essex breath'd But on the marshy plains that Lincoln spreads (So kind is native air) may in the fens Build not, nor rest too long thy wandering feet. Or Essex from inveterate ills revive, For on a rustic throne of dewy turf,

At pure Montpelier or Bermuda caught. With baneful fogs her aching temples bound, But if the raw and oozy Heaven offend; Quartana ihere presides; a meagre fiend

Correct the soil, and dry the sources up Begot by Eurus, when bis brutal force

Of wat'ry exhalation : wide and deep Compress'd the slothsul Naiad of the fens. Conduct your trenches through the quaking bog; From such a mixture sprung, this fitful pest Solicitous, with all your winding arts, With fev'rish blasts subdues the sick’ning land : Betray the unwilling lake into the stream; Cold tremors come, with mighty love of rest, And weed the forest, and invoke the winds

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To break the toils where strangled vapors lie; Meantime, the moist malignity to shun
Or through the thickets send the crackling flames. Of burthen'd skies; mark where the dry champaigu
Meantime at home with cheerful fires dispel Swells into cheerful hills; where inarjoram
The humid air: and let your table smoke And thyme, the love of bees, perfume the air;
With solid roast or bakd ; or what the herds And where the cynorrhodon* with ine rose
Of tamer breed supply; or what ihe wilds For fragrance vies ; for in the thirsty soil
Yield to the toilsome pleasures of the chase. Most fragrant breathe the aromatic tribes.
Generous your wine, the boast of ripening years; There bid thy roofs high on the basking steep
But frugal be your cups: the languid frame, Ascend, there light thy hospitable fires,
Vapid and sunk from yesterday's debauch,

And let them see the winter morn arise,
Shrinks from the cold embrace of wat'ry Heavens. The summer evening blushing in the West :
But neither these, nor all Apollo's arts,

While with umbrageous oaks the ridge behind
Disarm the dangers of the dropping sky,

O'erhung, defends you from the blust'ring North,
Unless with exercise and manly toil

And bleak affiction of the peevish East.
You brace your nerves, and spur the lagging blood. Oh! when the growling winds contend, and all
The fatt’ning clime let all the sons of ease The sounding forest fluctuates in the storm;
Avoid ; is indolence would wish to live,

To sink in warm repose, and hear the din
Go, yawn and loiter out the long slow year Howl o'er the steady battlements, delights
In fairer skies. If droughty regions parch Above the luxury of vulgar sleep.
The skin and lungs, and bake the thick'ning blood; The murmuring rivulet, and the hoarser strain
Deep in the waving forest choose your seat, Of waters rushing o'er the slippery rocks,
Where fuming trees refresh the thirsty air; Will nightly lull you to ambrosial rest.
And wake the fountains from their secret beds, To please the fancy is no trifling good,
And into lakes dilate their rapid stream.

Where health is studied; for whatever moves
Here spread your gardens wide ; and let the cool, The mind with calm delight, promotes the just
The moist relaxing vegetable store

And natural movements of th' harmonious frame.
Prevail in each repast : your food supplied Besides, the sportive brook for ever shakes
By bleeding life, be gently wasted down,

The trembling air, that floats from hill to hill,
By soft decoction and a mellowing heat,

From vale to mountain, with incessant change
To liquid balm ; or, if the solid mass

of purest element, refreshing still
You choose, tormented in the boiling wave: Your airy seat, and uninfected gods.
That through the thirsty channels of the blood Chiefly for this I praise the man who builds
A smooth diluted chyle may ever flow.

High on the breezy ridge, whose lofty sides,
The fragrant dairy from its cool recess

Th' ethereal deep with endless billows chases.
Its nectar acid or benign will pour

His purer mansion nor contagious years
To drown your thirst; or let the mantling bowl Shall reach, nor deadly putrid airs annoy.
of keen sherbet the fickle taste relieve.

But may no fogs, from lake or fenny plain,
For with the viscous blood the simple stream Involve my hill! and wheresve'er you build,
Will hardly mingle; and fermented cups Whether on sun-burnt Epsom, or the plains
Oft dissipate more moisture than they give. Wash'd by the silent Lee; in Chelsea low,
Yet when pale seasons rise, or Winter rolls Or high Blackheath with wintry winds assail'd ;
His horrors o'er the world, thou may'st indulge Dry be your house : but airy more than warm.
In feasts more genial, and impatient broach Else every breath of ruder wind will strike
The mellow cask. Then too the scourging air Your tender body through with rapid pains ;
Provokes to keener toils than suliry droughts Fierce coughs will tease you, hoarseness bind your
Allow. But rarely we such skies blaspheme.

Steep'd in continual rains, or with raw fogs Or moist gravedo load your aching brows.
Bedew'd, our scasons droop: incumbent still These to defy, and all the fates that dwell
A ponderous Heaven o'erwhelms the sinking soul. In cloister'd air tainted with steaming life,
Lab'ring with storms in heapy mountains rise Let lofiy ceilings grace your ample rooms;
Th' embattled clouds, as if the Stygian shades And still at azure noontide may your dome
Had left the dungeon of eternal night,

At every window drink the liquid sky.
Till black with thunder all the South descends.

Need we the sunny situation here,
Scarce in a showerless day the Heavens indulge And theatres open to the South, commend ?
Our melting clime; except the baleful East Here, where the morning's misty breath infests
Withers the tender spring, and sourly checks More than the torrid noon? How sickly grow,
The fancy of the year. Our fathers talk How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales,
Of summers, balmy air, and skies serene.

That, circled round with the gigantic heap
Good Heaven! for what unexpiated crimes Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope
This dismal change! the brooding elements, To feel, the genial vigor of the Sun!
Do they, your powerful ministers of wrath,

While on the neighboring hill the rose inflames
Prepare some fierce exterminating plague ? The verdant spring; in virgin beauty blows
Or is it fix'd in the decrees above

The tender lily, languishingly sweet:
That losty Albion melt into the main ?

O'er every hedge the wanton woodbine roves,
ludulgent Nature! O dissolve this gloom! And autumn ripens in the summer's ray.
Bind in eternal adamant the winds

Nor less the warmer living tribes demand
That drown or wither; give the genial West The fost’ring Sun, whose energy divine
To breathe, and in its turn the sprightly North :
And may once more the circling seasons rule

* The wild rose, or that which grows on the common The year; not mix in every monstrous day.


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wells not in mortal fire ; whose gen'rous heat Readiest obeys th' assimilating powers ;
Glows through the mass of grosser elements, And soon the tender vegetable mass
And kindles into life the ponderous spheres. Relents; and soon the young of those that tread
Cheer'd by thy kind invigorating warmth, The sted fast earth, or cleave the green abyss,
We court ihy beams, great majesty of day! Or pathless sky. And if the steer must fall,
If not the soul, the regent of this world,

In youth and sanguine vigor let him die ;
First-born of Heaven, and only less than God! Nor stay till rigid age, or heavy ails,

Absolve him ill-requited from the yoke.

Some with high forage, and luxuriant ease,
Book II.

Indulge the veteran ox; but wiser thou,

From the bald mountain or the barren downs, DIET.

Expect the flocks by frugal Nature fed ;

A race of purer blood, with exercise ENOUGII of air. A desert subject now,

Refind and scanty fare : for, old or young, Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.

The stallid are never healthy ; nor the crammd. A barren waste, where not a garland grows Not all the culinary arts can tame To bind the Musa's brow; not ev'n a proud To wholesome food, the abominable growth Stupendo is solitude frowns o'er the heath, of rest and glutiony; the prudent taste To rouse a noble horror in the soul :

Rejects like bane such lothesome lusciousness. But rugged paths fatigue, and error leads The languid stornach curses even the pure Through endless labyrinths the devious feet. Delicious fat, and all the race of oil: Farewell, ethereal fields! the humbler arts For more the oily aliments relax Of life; the table and the homely gods

Its feeble tone; and with the eager lymph Demand my song. Elysian gales, adieu!

(Fond to incorporate with all it meets) The blood, the fountain whence the spirits flow, Coyly they mix, and shun with slippery wiles The generous stream that waters every part, The woo'd embrace. Th'irresoluble oil, And motion, vigor, and warm life conveys So gentle late and blandishing, in foods To every particle that moves or lives;

Of rancid bile o'erflows: what tumults hence, This vital fluid, through unnumber'd tubes

What horrors 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 hours. Are open to its flight, 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 Quids hourly batters down,

Of various foods : but fifty years would roll, That very force, those plastic particles

And fifty more before the tale were done. Rebuild : so mutable the state of man.

Besides, there often lurks some nameless, strange, 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 seen; 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 The chyle to blood ; the foamy purple tide Than the moist melon, or pale cucumber. To liquors, which through finer arteries

Of chilly nature others fly the board To different parts their winding course pursue ; Supplied with slaughter, and the vernal powers To try new changes, and new forms put on, For cooler, kinder sustenance implore. Or for the public, or some private use.

Some even the generous nutriment detest Nothing so foreign but th'athletic hind

Which, in the shell, the sleeping embryo rears. Can labor 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: By violent powers too easily subdu'd,

The balmy quintessence of every flower, Too soon expell’d. His daily labor thaws, And every grateful herb that decks the spring; To friendly chyle, the most rebellious mass The fost'ring dew of tender sprouting life; That salt can harden, or the smoke of years ;

The best refection of declining age; Nor does his gorge the luscious bacon rue, The kind restorative of those who lie Nor that which Cestria sends, tenacious paste Half dead and panting, from the doubtful strife Of solid milk. But ye of softer clay,

Of nature struggling in the grasp of death.
Infirm and delicate! and ye who waste

Try all the bounties of this fertile globe,
With pale and bloated sloth the tedious day! There is not such a salutary food
Avoid the stubborn aliment, avoid

As suits with every stomach. But (except,
The full repast; and let sagacious age

Amid the mingled mass of fish and fowl, Grow wiser, lessen'd by the dropping teeth. And boild and bak’d, you hesitate by which

Half subtiliz'd to chyle, the liquid food You sunk oppress'd, or whether not by all)

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Taught by experience, soon you may discern For want of use the kindest aliment
What pleases, what offends. Avoid the cates Sometimes offends; while custom tames the rage
That lull the sicken'd appetite too long ;

of poison to mild amity with life.
Or heave with fev'rish flushings all the face, So Heaven has form'd us to the general taste
Burn in the palms, and parch the rouglı'ning of all its gifts: so custom has improv'd

This bent of nature ; that few simple foods,
Or much diminish or too much increase

Of all that earth, or air, or ocean yield,
Th' expense, which Nature's wise economy, But by excess offend. Beyond the sense
Without or waste or avarice, maintains.

or light resection, at the genial board
Such cates abjur’d, let prowling hunger loose, Indulge not often; nor protract the seast
And bid the curious palate roam at will;

To dull satiety ; till soft and slow
They scarce can err amid the various stores A drowsy death creeps on, th' expansive soul
That 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,
Of beasts on blood and slaughter only lives; Hardly to nutrimental chyle subdues
The tiger, formd alike to cruel meals,

The softest food : unfinish'd and deprav'd,
Would at the manger starve; of milder seeds The chyle, in all its future wanderings, owns
The generous horse to herbage and to grain Its turbid fountain; not by purer streams
Confines his wish; though sabling Greece resound So to be cleard, but foulness will remain.
The Thracian steeds with human carnage wild. To sparkling wine what ferment can exalt
Prompted by instinct's never-erring power, Th' unripen'd grape? or what mechanic skill
Each creature knows its proper aliment;

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

Attend the lean extreme. For physic knows
Their cravings are well aim'd: voluptuous man How to disburthen the too tumid veins,
Is by superior faculties misled;

Even how to ripen the half-labor'd blood :
Misled from pleasure even in quest of joy,

But to unlock the elemental tubes,
Sated with Nature's boons, what thousands seek, Collaps'd and shrunk with long inanity,
With dishes tortur'd from their native taste, And with balsamic nutriment repair
And mad variety, to spur beyond

The dried and worn-out habit, were to bid
Its wiser will the jaded appetite!

Old age grow green, and wear a second spring;
Is this for pleasure ? Learn a juster taste! Or the tall ash, long ravish'd from the soil,
And know that temperance is true luxury. Through witber'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 :
And earn the fair esteem of honest men,

For the keen appetite will feast beyond
Whose praise is fame. Form'd of such clay as yours. What nature well can bear: and one extreme
The sick, the needy, shiver at your gates.

Ne'er without danger meets its own reverse.
Even modest want may bless your hand unseen, Too greedily th' exhausted veins absorb
Though hush'd in patient wretchedness at home. The recent chyle, and load enfeebled powers
Is 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 ;
Unfoster'd sickens in the barren shade?

And hear, ye hardiest sons that Albion breeds,
No worthy man by fortune's random blows, Long loss'd and famish'd on the wintry main;
Or 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;
And 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 oiher 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
Such various foods, though harmless each alone, At first; that kindled, add a little more ;
Each other violate; and oft we see

Till, by deliberate nourishing, the flame
What strise is brew'd, and what pernicious bane, Reviv'd with all its wonted vigor glows.
From combinations of obnoxious things.

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 genıle tide to ebb and now
But would you long the sweets of health enjoy, From this to that; so nature learns to bear
Or husband pleasure ; at one impious meal Whatever chance or headlong appetite
Exhaust not half the bounties of the year, May bring. Besides, a meagre day subdues
Of every realm. It matters not meanwhile The cruder clods by sloth or luxury
How much to-morrow differ from to-day;

Collected, and unloads the wheels of life.
So far indulge ; 'tis fit, besides, that man,

Sometimes a coy aversion to the feast
To change obnoxious, be to change inur'd. Comes on, while yet no blacker omen lowers;
But stay the curious appetite, and taste

Then is the time to shun the tempting board,
With caution fruits you never tried before. Were it your natal or your nuptial day

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