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Extolling him that puffs the longest blast

Unconcious what tomorrows sun may bring

And careless of the fate attending all?

Aspatius how I joy to find the thus

In rural walks & instant at the voice

Of natures all admonishing accalim,

Hang down thy head & ponder on the theme,

That bids the man be wise & court for joys,

That natur ewould infuse with breath divine .

Here ev'ry leaf that flutters on the breeze

And breaths a life perfum'd with balmy scent,

Might teach thee lesson of immortal worth,

And sting thy grovling soul with virtues fire,

And point to joys substantial & refind ~

In this retreat where noise & hurry cease

And brutal joys forgotten or asleep.

Apatius may explore a world of thot,

And in himslef revolve the rational man,

Grown sick with fulsom nonsence & the jest,