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THE CHACE.
Book I.
With tender Blossoms teeming, kindly spareThy sleeping Pack, in their warm Beds of Straw 370Low-sinking at their Ease; listless they shrinkInto some dark Recess, nor hear thy VoiceTho' oft invok'd; or haply if thy CallRouze up the slumb'ring Tribe, with heavy EyesGlaz'd, lifeless, dull, downward they drop their Tails 375Inverted; high on their bent Backs erectTheir pointed Bristles stare, or 'mong the TuftsOf ranker Weeds, each Stomach-healing PlantCurious they crop, sick, spiritless, forlorn.These inauspicious Days, on other Cares 380Employ thy precious Hours; th'improving FriendWith open Arms embrace, and from his LipsGlean Science, season'd with good-natur'd Wit.But if th'inclement Skies, and angry JoveForbid the pleasing Intercourse, thy Books 385

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