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88 With generous streams the subtle tubes supply, And soon the tonick irritable nerves Feel the fresh impulse, and awake the soul. The sons of indolence, with long repose, Grow torpid; and, with slowest Lethe drunk, Feebly and lingringly return to life, Blunt every sense and powerless every limb. Ye, prone to sleep (whom sleeping most annoys) On the hard mattrass or elastic couch Extend your limbs, and wean yourselves from sloth; Nor grudge the lean projector, of dry brain And springy nerves, the blandishments of down. Nor envy while the buried bacchanal Exhales his surfeit in prolixer dreams.


 * He without riot, in the balmy feast

Of life, the wants of nature has supplied Who rises cool, serene, and full of soul. Rh