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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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Forgets his weighty Cares; each Age, each SexIn the wild Transport joins; luxuriant Joy,And Pleasure in Excess, sparkling exult 420On ev'ry Brow, and revel unrestrain'd.How happy art thou Man, when thou'rt no moreThy self! when all the Pangs that grind thy Soul,In Rapture and in sweet Oblivion lost,Yield a short Interval, and Ease from Pain! 425
See the swift Courser strains, his shining HoofsSecurely beat the solid Ground. Who nowThe dang'rous Pitfall fears, with tangling HeathHigh-overgrown? Or who the quiv'ring BogSoft-yielding to the Step? All now is plain, 430Plain as the Strand Sea-lav'd, that stretches farBeneath the rocky Shore. Glades crossing GladesThe Forest opens to our wond'ring View:Such was the King's Command. Let Tyrants fierce

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