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B. III. But you perhaps refuse the tedious song. Besides, whatever plagues in heat, or cold, Or drought, or moisture dwell, they hurt not you, Skill'd to correct the vices of the sky, And taught already how to each extream To bend your life. But should the public bane Infect you, or some trespass of your own, Or flaw of nature hint mortality: Soon as a not unpleasing horror glides Along the spine, thro' all your torpid limbs; When first the head throbs, or the stomach feels A sickly load, a weary pain the loins; Be Celsus call'd: The fates come rushing on; The rapid fates admit of no delay. While wilful you, and fatally secure, Expect to morrow's more auspicious fun, The growing pest, whose infancy was weak Rh