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B. I. Chiefly for this I praise the man who builds High on the breezy ridge, whose lofty sides Th' etherial deep with endless billows laves. His purer mansion nor contagious years Shall reach, nor deadly putrid airs annoy.

But may no fogs, from lake or fenny plain, Involve my hill. And wheresoe'er you build; Whether on sun-burnt Epsom, or the plains Wash'd by the silent Lee; in Chelsea low, Or high Blackheath with wintry winds assail'd; Dry be your house: but airy more than warm. Else every breath of ruder wind will strike Your tender body thro' with rapid pains; Fierce coughs will teize you, hoarseness bind your voice, Or moist Gravedo load your aching brows. These to defy, and all the fates that dwell Rh