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80 Grow too familiar: For by frequent use The strongest medicines lose their healing power, And even the surest poisons theirs to kill.
 * Let those who from the frozen Arctos reach

Parch'd Mauritania, or the sultry West, Or the wide flood that waters Indostan, Plunge thrice a day, and in the tepid wave Untwist their stubborn pores; that full and free Th' evaporation thro' the softned skin May bear proportion to the swelling blood. So shall they 'scape the fever's rapid flames; So feel untainted the hot breath of hell. With us, the man of no complaint demands The warm ablution, just enough to clear The sluices of the skin, enough to keep The body sacred from indecent soil. Still to be pure, even did it not conduce Rh