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B. III. And waken chearful as the lively morn; Oppress not nature sinking down to rest With feasts too late, too solid, or too full. But be the first concoction half-matur'd, Ere you to mighty indolence resign Your passive faculties. He from the toils And troubles of the day to heavier toil Retires, whom trembling from the tower that rocks Amid the clouds, or Calpe's hideous height, The busy dæmons hurl, or in the main O'erwhelm, or bury struggling under ground. Not all a monarch's luxury the woes Can counterpoise, of that most wretched man, Whose nights are shaken with the frantic fits Of wild Orestes; whose delirious brain, Stung by the furies, works with poisoned thought! While pale and monstrous painting shocks the soul; And mangled consciousness bemoans itself Rh