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BOOK I.  Too late shall weep, and curse his thrifty Hand, That would not timely ease the pond'rous Boughs.


 * It much conduces, all the Cares to know

Of Gard'ning, how to scare nocturnal Thieves, And how the little Race of Birds, that hop From Spray to Spray, scooping the costliest Fruit Insatiate, undisturb'd. Priapus' Form Avails but little; rather guard each Row With the false Terrors of a breathless Kite. This done, the timorous Flock with swiftest Wing Scud thro' the Air; their Fancy represents His mortal Talons, and his rav'nous Beak Destructive; glad to shun his hostile Gripe, They quit their Thefts, and unfrequent the Fields.


 * Besides, the filthy Swine will oft invade

Thy firm Inclosure, and with delving Snout Rh