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26 When hungry poets the glad ummons own, And leave pare fat to dine with Gods alone; Our ober meal dipatch'd with ilent hate, The decent grace concludes the hort repat: Then, urg'd by thirt, we cat impatient eyes Where deep, capacious, vat, of ample ize, The tood, replenih'd to the brink With the cool beverage blue-ey'd Naiads drink. But lo! a udden prodigy appears, And our chill'd hearts recoil with tartling fears; Its yawning mouth diclos'd the deep profound, And in low murmurs breath'd a ullen ound; Cold drops of dew did on the ides appear; No finger touch'd it, and no hand was near; At length th' indignant vae its ilence broke, Firt heav'd deep hollow groans, and then distinstly poke.

"How chang'd the cene! for what unpardon'd crimes "Have I urviv'd to thee degenerate times? "I. who