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B. III. Till all the fiery mettle has its way, And the thick thunder hurries o'er the plain. When all at once from indolence to toil You spring, the fibres by the hasty shock Are tir'd and crack'd, before their unctuous coats, Compress'd, can pour the lubricating balm. Besides, collected in the passive veins, The purple mass a sudden torrent rolls, O'erpowers the heart, and deluges the lungs With dangerous inundation: Oft the source Of fatal woes; a cough that foams with blood, Asthma, and feller Peripneumonie, Or the slow minings of the hectic fire.


 * Th' athletic fool, to whom what heav'n deny'd

Of soul is well compensated in limbs, Rh