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BOOK II. Blind Bayard rather, worn with Work, and Years, Shall roll th' unweildy Stone; with sober Pace He'll tread the circling Path 'till dewy Eve, From early Day-spring, pleas'd to find his Age Declining, not unuseful to his Lord.


 * Some, when the Press, by utmost Vigour screw'd,

Has drain'd the pulpous Mass, regale their Swine With the dry Refuse; thou, more wise shalt steep Thy Husks in Water, and again employ The pondrous Engine. Water will imbibe The small Remains of Spirit, and acquire A vinous Flavour; this the Peasants blith Will quaff, and whistle, as thy tinkling Team They drive, and sing of Fusca's radiant Eyes, Pleas'd with the medly Draught. Nor shalt thou now Reject the Apple-Cheese, tho' quite exhaust; Ev'n now 'twill cherish, and improve the Roots Rh