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B. IV. The Body feels; or chronic, or acute. And oft a sudden storm at once o'erpowers The Life, or gives your Reason to the winds. Such fates attend the rash alarm of Fear, And sudden Grief, and Rage, and sudden Joy.
 * There are, mean time, to whom the boist'rous fit

Is Health, and only fills the sails of life. For where the Mind a torpid winter leads, Wrapt in a Body corpulent and cold, And each clogg'd function lazily moves on; A generous sally spurns th' incumbent load, Unlocks the breast, and gives a cordial glow. But if your wrathful blood is apt to boil, Or are your nerves too irritably strung; Wave all Dispute; be cautious if you joke; Rh