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THE CHACE.
Book I.
T'enjoy those Pleasures, for the Weak too strong, Too costly for the Poor: To rein the Steed Swift-stretching o'er the Plain, to chear the Pack Op'ning in Consorts of harmonious Joy, 110But breathing Death. What tho' the Gripe severe Of brazen-fisted Time, and flow Disease Creeping thro' ev'ry Vein, and Nerve unstrung, Afflict my shatter'd Frame, undaunted still, Fix'd as a Mountain Ash, that braves the Bolts 115 Of angry Jove; tho' blasted, yet unfallen; Still can my Soul in Fancy's Mirrour view Deeds glorious once, recal the joyous Scene In all its Splendors deck'd, o'er the full Bowl Recount my Triumphs past, urge others on 120With Hand and Voice, and point the winding Way: Pleas'd with that social sweet Garrulity, The poor disbanded Vet'ran's sole Delight.

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