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36 What strife is brew'd, and what pernicious bane, From combinations of innoxious things. Th' unbounded taste I mean not to confine To hermit's diet, needlessly severe. But would you long the sweets of health enjoy, Or husband pleasure; at one impious meal Exhaust not half the bounties of the year, And of each realm. It matters not mean while How much to morrow differ from to day; So far indulge: 'tis fit, besides, that man, To change obnoxious, be to change inur'd. But stay the curious appetite, and taste With caution fruits you never tried before. For want of use the kindest aliment Sometimes offends, while custom tames the rage Of poison to mild amity with life.

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