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Geor. II. But where the Soil, with fat'ning Moisture fill'd, Is cloath'd with Grass, and fruitful to be till'd: Such as in chearful Vales we view from high; Which dripping Rocks with rowling Streams supply, And feed with Ooze; where rising Hillocks run In length, and open to the Southern Sun; Where Fern succeeds, ungrateful to the Plough, That gentle ground to gen'rous Grapes allow. Strong Stocks of Vines it will in time produce, And overflow the Vats with friendly Juice. Such as our Priests in golden Goblets pour To Gods, the Givers of the chearful hour. Then when the bloated Thuscan blows his Horn, And reeking Entrails are in Chargers born. If Herds or fleecy Flocks be more thy Care, Or Goats that graze the Field, and burn it bare: Then seek Tarentum's Lawns, and farthest Coast, Or such a Field as hapless Mantua lost: Where Silver Swans sail down the wat'ry Rode, And graze the floating Herbage of the Flood. There Crystal Streams perpetual tenour keep, Nor Food nor Springs are wanting to thy Sheep. For what the Day devours, the nightly Dew Shall to the Morn in Pearly Drops renew. Fat crumbling Earth is fitter for the Plough, Putrid and loose above, and black below: For Ploughing is an imitative Toil, Resembling Nature in an easie Soil. Rh