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BOOK II. And Neck reclin'd, resent the ravish'd Bliss. Mean while, blind British Bards with volant Touch Traverse loquacious Strings, whose solemn Notes Provoke to harmless Revels; these among, A subtle Artist stands, in wondrous Bag That bears imprison'd Winds, (of gentler sort Than those, which erst Laertes Son enclos'd.) Peaceful they sleep, but let the tuneful Squeeze Of labouring Elbow rouse them, out they fly Melodious, and with spritely Accents charm. 'Midst these Disports, forget they not to drench Themselves with bellying Goblets, nor when Spring Returns, can they refuse to usher in The fresh-born Year with loud Acclaim, and store Of jovial Draughts, now, when the sappy Boughs Attire themselves with Blooms, sweet Rudiments Of future Harvest: When the Gnossian Crown Leads on expected Autumn, and the Trees Rh