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 * But, if Thou'rt indefatigably bent

To toil, and omnifarious Drinks wou'dst brew; Besides the Orchat, ev'ry Hedge, and Bush Affords Assistance; ev'n afflictive Birch, Curs'd by unletter'd, idle Youth, distills A limpid Current from her wounded Bark, Profuse of nursing Sap. When Solar Beams Parch thirsty human Veins, the damask't Meads, Unforc'd display ten thousand painted Flow'rs Useful in Potables. Thy little Sons Permit to range the Pastures; gladly they Will mow the Cowslip-Posies, faintly sweet, From whence thou artificial Wines shalt drain Of icy Taste, that, in mid Fervors, best Slack craving Thirst, and mitigate the Day. Rh