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B. II. Too coy to flourish, even to proud to live; Or hardly rais'd by artificial fire To vapid life.Here with a mother's smile Glad Amalthea pours her copious horn. Here buxom Ceres reigns: Th' autumnal sea In boundless billows fluctuates o'er their plains. What suits the climate best, what suits the men, Nature profuses most, and most the taste Demands. The fountain, edg'd with racy wine Or acid fruit, bedews their thirsty souls. The breeze eternal breathing round their limbs Supports in else intolerable air: While the cool Palm, the Plantain, and the grove That waves on gloomy Lebanon, assuage The torrid hell that beams upon their heads.
 * Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead;

Now let me wander thro' your gelid reign. Rh