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Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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To climb the steep Ascent. Soon as they reach
Th'insulting Boaster, his false Courage fails,
Behind he lags, doom'd to the fatal Noose, 80
His Master's Hate, and Scorn of all the Field.
What can from such be hop'd, but a base Brood
Of coward Curs, a frantick, vagrant Race?

When now the third revolving Moon appears,
With sharpen'd Horns, above th' Horizon's Brink;
Without Lucina's Aid, expect thy Hopes
Are amply crown'd; short Pangs produce to Light
The smoking Litter, crawling, helpless, blind,
Nature their Guide, they seek the pouting Teat
That plenteous streams. Soon as the tender Dam 90
Has form'd them with her Tongue, with Pleasure view
The Marks of their renown'd Progenitors,
Sure Pledge of Triumphs yet to come. All these

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