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76 The roughning deep expects the storm, as sure As red Orion mounts the shrowded heaven.
 * In ancient times, when Rome with Athens vied

For polish'd luxury and useful arts; All hot and reeking from th' Olympic strife, And warm Palestra, in the tepid bath Th' athletic youth relax'd their weary'd limbs. Soft oils bedew'd them, with the grateful pow'rs Of Nard and Cassia fraught, to sooth and heal The cherish'd nerves. Our less voluptuous clime Not much invites us to such arts as these. 'Tis not for those, whom gelid skies embrace, And chilling fogs; whose perspiration feels Such frequent bars from Eurus and the North; 'Tis not for those to cultivate a skin Too soft; or teach the recremental fume Too fast to crowd thro' such precarious ways. Rh