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Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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To climb the steep Ascent. Soon as they reachTh'insulting Boaster, his false Courage fails,Behind he lags, doom'd to the fatal Noose, 80His Master's Hate, and Scorn of all the Field.What can from such be hop'd, but a base BroodOf coward Curs, a frantick, vagrant Race?
When now the third revolving Moon appears,With sharpen'd Horns, above th' Horizon's Brink;Without Lucina's Aid, expect thy HopesAre amply crown'd; short Pangs produce to LightThe smoking Litter, crawling, helpless, blind,Nature their Guide, they seek the pouting TeatThat plenteous streams. Soon as the tender Dam 90Has form'd them with her Tongue, with Pleasure viewThe Marks of their renown'd Progenitors,Sure Pledge of Triumphs yet to come. All these

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