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BOOK I.  All other Fields! Heav'n's sweetest Blessing, hail! Be thou the copious Matter of my Song, And Thy choice Nectar; on which always waits Laughter, and Sport, and care-beguiling Wit, And Friendship, chief Delight of Human Life. What shou'd we wish for more? or why, in quest Of Foreign Vintage, insincere, and mixt, Traverse th' extreamest World? Why tempt the Rage Of the rough Ocean? when our native Glebe Imparts, from bounteous Womb, annual Recruits Of Wine delectable, that far surmounts Gallic, or Latin Grapes, or those that see The setting Sun near Calpe's tow'ring Height. Nor let the Rhodian, nor the Lesbian Vines Vaunt their rich Must, nor let Tokay contend For Sov'ranty; Phanæus self must bow To th' Ariconian Vales: And shall we doubt T' improve our vegetable Wealth, or let Rh