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78 To every caprice of the sky; nor thwart The genius of your clime: For from the blood Least fickle rise the recremental steams, And least obnoxious to the styptic air, Which breathe thro' straiter and more callous pores. The temper'd Scythian hence, half-naked treads His boundless snows, nor rues th' inclement heaven; And hence our painted ancestors defied The East; nor curs'd, like us, their fickle sky.


 * The body moulded by the clime, indures

Th' Equator heats, or Hyperborean frost: Except by habits foreign to its turn, Unwise, you counteract its forming pow'r. Rude at the first, the winter shocks you less By long acquaintance: Study then your sky, Form to its manners your obsequious frame, And learn to suffer what you cannot shun. Rh