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THE CHACE.
Book I.
Lies my mute Harp, and thy desponding BardSits darkly musing o'er th' unfinish'd Lay.
Let no Corinthian Pillars prop the Dome,A vain Expence, on charitable DeedsBetter dispos'd, to cloath the tatter'd Wretch, 145Who shrinks beneath the Blast, to feed the PoorPinch'd with afflictive Want: For Use, not State,Gracefully plain, let each Apartment rise.O'er all let Cleanliness preside, no ScrapsBestrew the Pavement, and no half-pick'd Bones, 150To kindle fierce Debate, or to disgustThat nicer Sense, on which the Sportsman's Hope,And all his future Triumphs must depend.Soon as the growling Pack with eager JoyHave lapp'd their smoking Viands, Morn or Eve, 155From the full Cistern lead the ductile Streams,To wash thy Court well-pav'd, nor spare thy Pains,

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