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Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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But this neglected, soon expect a Change,A dismal Change, Confusion, Frenzy, Death.Or in some dark Recess, the senseless BruteSits sadly pining: Deep Melancholy,And black Despair, upon his clouded Brow 210Hang low'ring; from his half-op'ning JawsThe clammy Venom, and infectious Froth,Distilling fall; and from his Lungs inflam'd,Malignant Vapours taint the ambient Air,Breathing Perdition: His dim Eyes are glaz'd, 215He droops his pensive Head, his trembling LimbsNo more support his Weight; abject he lies,Dumb, spiritless, benumb'd; till Death at lastGracious attends, and kindly brings Relief.
Or if outragious grown, behold alass! 220A yet more dreadful Scene; his glaring Eyes

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