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8 What shou'd I more? Ev'n on the cliffy Height Of Penmenmaur, and that Cloud-piercing Hill, Plinlimmon, from afar the Traveller kens Astonish'd, how the Goats their shrubby Brouze Gnaw pendent; nor untrembling canst thou see, How from a scraggy Rock, whose Prominence Half overshades the Ocean, hardy Men, Fearless of rending Winds, and dashing Waves, Cut Sampire, to excite the squeamish Gust Of pamper'd Luxury. Then, let thy Ground Not lye unlabour'd; if the richest Stem Refuse to thrive, yet who wou'd doubt to plant Somewhat, that may to Human Use redound, And Penury, the worst of Ills, remove?


 * There are, who, fondly studious of Increase,

Rich Foreign Mold on their ill-natur'd Land Induce laborious, and with fatning Muck Rh