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BOOK I.
 * Who-e'er expects his lab'ring Trees shou'd bend

With Fruitage, and a kindly Harvest yield, Be this his first Concern; to find a Tract Impervious to the Winds, begirt with Hills, That intercept the Hyperborean Blasts Tempestuous, and cold Eurus nipping Force, Noxious to feeble Buds: But to the West Let him free Entrance grant, let Zephyrs bland Administer their tepid genial Airs; Naught fear he from the West, whose gentle Warmth Discloses well the Earth's all-teeming Womb, Invigorating tender Seeds; whose Breath Nurtures the Orange, and the Citron Groves, Hesperian Fruits, and wafts their Odours sweet Wide thro' the Air, and distant Shores perfumes. Nor only do the Hills exclude the Winds: But, when the blackning Clouds in sprinkling Show'rs   Rh