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BOOK I.  Their Winter Food; tho' oft repulst, again They rally, undismay'd: but Fraud with ease Ensnares the noisom Swarms; let ev'ry Bough Bear frequent Vials, pregnant with the Dregs Of Moyle, or Mum, or Treacle's viscous Juice; They, by th' alluring Odor drawn, in haste Fly to the dulcet Cates, and crouding sip Their palatable Bane; joyful thou'lt see The clammy Surface all o'er-strown with Tribes Of greedy Insects, that with fruitless Toil Flap filmy Pennons oft, to extricate Their Feet, in liquid Shackles bound, 'till Death Bereave them of their worthless Souls: Such doom Waits Luxury, and lawless Love of Gain!


 * Howe'er thou maist forbid external Force,

Intestine Evils will prevail; damp Airs, And rainy Winters, to the Centre pierce Rh