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Geor. III. Such are the Symptoms of the young Disease; But in time's process, when his pains encrease, He rouls his mournful Eyes, he deeply groans With patient sobbing, and with manly Moans. He heaves for Breath: which, from his Lungs supply'd, And fetch'd from far, distends his lab'ring side. To his rough Palat, his dry Tongue succeeds; And roapy Gore, he from his Nostrils bleeds. A Drench of Wine has with success been us'd; And through a Horn, the gen'rous Juice infus'd: Which timely taken op'd his closing Jaws; But, if too late, the Patient's death did cause. For the too vig'rous Dose, too fiercely wrought; And added Fury to the Srength it brought. Recruited into Rage, he grinds his Teeth In his own Flesh, and feeds approaching Death. Ye Gods, to better Fate, good Men dispose; And turn that Impious Errour on our Foes! The Steer, who to the Yoke was bred to bow, (Studious of Tillage; and the crooked Plough) Falls down and dies; and dying spews a Flood Of foamy Madness, mix'd with clotted Blood. The Clown, who cursing Providence repines, His Mournful Fellow from the Team disjoins: With many a groan, forsakes his fruitless care; And in th' unfinish'd Furrow leaves the Share. The pineing Steer, no Shades of lofty Woods, Nor flow'ry Meads can ease; nor Crystal Floods Rh