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Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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Unnumber'd Accidents, and various Ills,Attend thy Pack, hang hov'ring o'er their Heads,And point the Way that leads to Death's dark Cave.Short is their Span; few at the Date arriveOf ancient Argus, in old Homer's Song 180So highly honour'd: Kind, sagacious Brute!Not ev'n Minerva's Wisdom cou'd concealThy much lov'd Master from thy nicer Sense.Dying his Lord he own'd, view'd him all o'erWith eager Eyes, then clos'd those Eyes, well pleas'd. 185
Of lesser Ills the Muse declines to sing,Nor stoops so low; of these each Groom can tellThe proper Remedy. But O! what Care!What Prudence can prevent Madness, the worstOf Maladies? Terrifick Pest! that blasts 190

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