Imatges de pÓgina

Who felt the Muse's purest fires,

Whether thou wanton'st on the western gale, Far from thy favour'd haunt retires :

Or thik'st the rigid pinions of the north, Who peopled all thy vocal bow'rs

Diilufelt life and vigour thro' the tracts With ihadowy shapes and airy pow'rs.

Of air, thro' carth, and ocean's deep domain. Behold, a dread repcse refuines,

When thro' the blue ferenity of hearen As erst, thy (ad fi quefter d glooms !

Thy pow'r approaches, all ihe walleful hoft From the deep dull, where thaggy roots Of pain and sickness, squalid and deformd, Fringe the rough brink with wreathed fhoots, Confounded sink into the loathsome gloon, Th' unwilling genius tlies forlor,

Where in deep Erebus invoiv'd the bends His primrose-chaplet rudely torn.

Grow more profane. Whatever thares of death, With hollow fhrick the nymphs forsake Shook from the hideous chainbers of the globe, The pathlefs copfe, and hedge-row brake. Swarın thro' the shuddering air: whatever piagues Where the delvid mountain's headlong hde Or meagre famine breeds, or with flow wings Its chalky entrails opens wide,

Rise from the putrid wat’ry element, On the green fummit, ambush'd high,

The damp watte forest, motionlcís and rank, No longer echo loves to lie.

That smothers carth and all the breathless winds, No pearl-cown'd muids, with wily look, Or the vile carnage of th' inhuman fic!d; Rise beck'ning from the reedy brook.

Whatever baneful breaches the rotten fouth ; Around the glow-worm's glimm’ring bank, Whatever ills th' extremes or sudden change No fairies run in fiery rank;

Of cold and hot, or moist and dry produce; Nor bruth, half-feen, in airy tread,

They fly thy pure effulgence: they, and all The violet's unprinted head.

The fecret poitons of avenging Heaven, But Fancy, from tlie thickets brown,

And all the pale tribes halting in the train The glades that wear a conscious frown, Of vice and heedless pleasure : or if avght The forest-oaks, that pale and lone

The comet's glare amid the burning sky, Nod to the blan with hoarfer tone,

Mournful eclipse, or planets ill-combin'd, Rough gluns, and fuilen waterfalls,

Portend difatirous to the vitai world, • Her bright ideal oífspring calls.

Thy falutary pow'r averts their rage, So by some fage inchanter's spell,

Averts the general bane: and but for thee (As old Arabian fablers tell)

Nature would licken, nature soon would die, Amid the folitary wild,

Without thy cheerful active energy Luxuriant gardens gaily sinil'd :

No rapture swells the breast, no poet fings, From sapphire rocks the fontains stream'd, No mcre the maids of Helicon delight. With golden fruit the branches beam'd; Come then with me, O goddess, heavenly-gay! Fair forms, in ev'ry wondrous wood,

Begin the forg; and let it surectly flow, Or lightly tripp'd, or folemn stood;

And let it wisely teach tlıy wholesome laws: And oft, retreating from the view,

How best the fickle fabric to support Betray'd, at distance, beauties new :

Of mortal man; in healthful body how While gleaming o'er the crisped bow'rs • A healthful mind the longest to maintain.' Rich spires arole, and sparkling tow'rs. 'Tis hard, in such a strife of rules, to chuse If bound on service new to go,

The best, and those of most extensive use ; The master of the magic show

Harder in clear and animated song His transitory charm withdrew,

Dry philofophic precepts to convey. Away th' illusive landscape flew :

Y ct with thy aid the secret wilds I trace Dun clouds obscur’d the groves of gold,

Of Nature, and with daring steps proceed Blue lightning (mote the biooming inold: Thro' paths the Muses never trod before. In visionary glory rcard,

Nor thould I wander doubtful of my way, The gorgeous cattle disappeard :

Had I the lights of that fagacious mind And a bare heath's unfruitful plain

Which taught to check the peftilential fire, Usurp'd the wizard's proud domain.

And quell the deadly Python of the Nile.

O thou, belov'd by all tre graceful arts, $ 72. The Art of preferving Health. ARMSTRONG. Thou, long the fav'rite of the healing pow'rs,

Indulge, O Mead! a well-defign'd citay,

Howe'er imperfect; and permit that I D

AUGHTER of Pæon, quecu of ev'ry joy, My little knowledge with my country share,

Hygeia* ; whofe indulgent smile sustains Till you the rich Asclepian stores unlock, The various race luxuriant nature pours, And with new graces clignify the theme. And on th' immortal eflences bestows

Ye who amid this feverish world would wear Immortal youth ; auspicious, () descend ! A body free of pain, of cares a mind, Thou, cheerful guardian of the rolling year, Fly the rank city, fhun its turbid air;

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• Hygeia, the goddess of health, was, according to the genealogy of the heathen deities, the daughter of Ælculapius; who, as well as Apollo, was distinguished by the name of Pæsn.


Breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke

From such a mixture fprung, this fitful peft And volatile corruption, froin the dead, With feverith blasts subdues the fick’ning land: The dying, fick’ning, and the living world Cold tremors come, with mighty love of rest, Exhal'd, to fully heaven's transparent dome Convulsive yawnings, lattitude, and pains With dim mortality. It is not Air

That sting the burtnen'd brows, fatigue the loins, That from a thousand lungs reeks back to thine, And rack the joints, and ev'ry torpid limb; Sated with exhalations rank and fell,

Then parching heat succeeds, till copious sweats The spoil of dunghills, and the putrid thaw O'erflow: : a short relief from former ills. Of nature, when from shape and texture the Beneath repeated hocks the wretches pine :. Relapses into fighting elements :

The vigour finks, the habit melts away; It is not Air, but foats a nauseous mass The cheerful, pure, and animated bloom Of all obscene, corrupt, offensive things. Dies from the face with squalid atrophy Much moisture hurts; but here a sordid bath, Devour'd, in fallow melancholy clad. With oily rancour fraught, relaxes more And oft the forceress, in her fared wrath, The solid frame than fimple moisture can. Resigns them to the furies of her train; Besides, immurd in many a fullen bay

The bloated Hydrops, and the yellow fiend That never felt the freshness of the breeze, Tinged with her own accumularcd gall. This flumbering Deep remains, and ranker grows In quest of fites, avoid the mournful plain With fickly reit: and (tho' the lungs abhor Where ofiers thrive, and trees that love the lake; To drink the dun fuliginous abyss)

Where inany lazy muddy rivers flow: Did not the acid vigour of the mine,

Nor, for the wealth that all the Indies roll,
Rollid from so many thundering chimneys, tame Fix near the marshy margin of the main.
The putrid fteams that over-fwarm the sky, For from the humid foil, and wat’ry reign,

This caustic venom would perhaps corrode Eternal vapours rise; the spungy air
Those tender cells that draw the vital air, For ever weeps; or, turgid with the weight
In vain with all their unetuous rills bedew'd; Of waters, pours a founding deluge down.
Or by the drunken venous tubes, that yawn Skies such as these let ev'ry mortal thun
In countless pores o'er all the pervious skin, Who dreads the droply, pally, or the gout,
Imbib'd, would poison the balsamic blood, Tertian, corrosive scurvy, or moiit catarrh;
And rouse the heart to ev'ry fever's rage. Or any other injury that grows
While yet you breathe, away ! the rural wilds From raw-Ipun fibres idle and unstrung,
Invite ; the mountains call you, and the vales; Skin ill-perfpiring, and the purple food
The woods, the streams, and each ambrosial breeze In languid eddies loit’ring into phlegm.
That fans the ever-undulating íky;

Yet not alone from humid fkies we pine ;
A kindly sky! whose fostering pow'r regales For air may be too dry. The subtle heaven,
Man, beast, and all the vegetable reign. That winnows into dust the blasted downs,
Find then some woodland scene where Nature smiles Bare, and extended wide without a stream,
Benign, where all her honest children thrive. Too fast imbibes th' attenuated lymph,
To us there wants not many a happy feat ; Which, by the surface, from the blood exhales,
Look round the fming land, such numbers rise The lungs grow rigid, and with toil essay
Wc hardly fix, bewilder'd in our choice. Their flexible vibrations ; or inHam'd,
See where, enthron'd in adamantine state, Their tender ever-moving structure thaws.
Proud of her bards, imperial Windior fits; Spoil'd of its limpid vehicle, the blood
There choose thy feat, in fome aspiring grove A mass of lees remains, a drofly tide
Fast by the flowly-ivinding Thames ; or where That flow as Lethe wanders thro' the veins,
Broader The laves fair Richmond's green retreats Unactive in the fervices of life,
(Richmond, that sees an hundred villas rise Unfit to lead its pitchy current thro!
Rural or gay). Oh! from the summer's rage, The secret mary channels of the brain.
Oh! wrap me in the friendly gloom that hides The inelancholy Fiend (that worst despair
Umbrageous Ham! But, if the busy Town Of physic) hence the rust-complexion'd man
Attract thee still co toil for pow'r or gold, Purtues, whole blood is dry, whole fibres gain
Sweetly thou may'st thy vacant hours possess Too stretch'd a tone and hence in climes aduft
in Hampstead, courted by the western wind; So sudden cumults seize the trembling nerves,
Or Greenwich, waving o'er the winding flood; And burning fevers glow with double rage.
Or lose the world amid the sylvan wilds

Fly, if you can, these violent extremes Of Dulwich, yet by barbarous arts unspoil'd. Of air; the whole fome is nor moist nor dry. Green rise the Kentish hills in cheerful air; But as the pow'r of choosing is denied But on the marshy plains that Elsex spreads To half mankind, a further talk entues ; Build not, nor reit too long thy wandering feet. How best to mitigate these fell extremes, For on a rustic throne of dewy turf,

How breathe unhurt the withering element, With baneful fogs her aching temples bound, Or hazy atmospherc: tho' custom moulds Quartana there presides : a mcayre fiend, To ev'ry clime the foft Promethean clay; Beyor by Eurus, when his brutal force

And he who firft the fogs of Eflex breath'd Cumpreis'd the Rothful Naiad of the fens. (So kind is native air) may in the fons


of Errex from inveterate ills revive

Scarce in a show'rless day the heavens indulge At pure Montpelier or Bermuda caught. Our melting clime; except the baletul East But, if the raw and oozy heaven offend, Withers the tender spring, and fourly checks Correct the soil, and dry the fources up The fancy of the year. Our fathers tals Of wat'ry exhalation ; wide and deep

Of summers, balmy airs, and skies serene. Conduct your trenches thro' the quaking bog; Good Heaven ! for what unexpiated crimes Solicitous, with all your winding arts,

This dismal change! The brooding elements Betray th' unwilling lake into the stream; Do they, your pow'rful ministers of wrath, And weed the foreit, and invoke the winds Prepare fome fierce exterminating plague? To break the toils where strangled vapours lie; Or is it fix'd in the decrees above Or thro' the thickets tend the crackling flames. That lofty Albicn melt into the main ? Meantime, at home with cheerful fires difpel Indulgent nature ! O diffolve this gloom! The humid air: and let your table 1moke Bind in eternal adainant the winds With folid roast or bakid; or what the herds That drown or wither: give the genial West Oframer breed supply; or what the wilds To breathe, and in its turn the sprighely Ninh: Yield to the toilsome pleasures of the chace. And may once more the circling jealons rule Generous your wine, the boast of rip'ning years, The year ; not mix in ev'ry monitrous day! But frugal be your cups ; the languid frame, Meantime, the moist malignity to thun Vapid and sunk from yesterday's debauch, Of burthcn'd skies, mark where the dry champaig Shrinks from the cold embrace of wat'ry heavens. Swells into chcertul hills; where mar oram But neither these, nor all Apollo's arts,

And thyme, the love of becs, perfume the air; Disarm the dangers of the dropping sky, And where the cynorrhodon with the role Unless with exercite and manly toil

For fragrance vies ; for in the thirsty 1011 You brace your nerves, and spur the lagging blood. Most fragrant breathe the aromatic tribes. The fact’ning clime let all the fons of cate There bid thy roofs high on the baking steep Avoid ; if indolence would wish to live, Ascend ; there light thy hospitable fires, Go, yawn and loiter out the long Now year

And let them fee the winter morn arise; In fairer skies. If droughty regions parch The summer evening blushing in the weft: The skin and lungs,and bake the thick’ning blood, While with umbrageous oaks the ridge behind Deep in the waving forest choose your seat, O'erhung, defends you from the blus ring Where fuming trees refresh the thirsty air ;

north, And wake the fountains from their secret beds, And blcak affliction of the peevith east. And into lakes dilate the rapid stream.

Oh! when the growling winds contend, and all Here spread your gardens wide; and let the cool, The founding forest fluctuates in the storm; The moist relaxing vegetable store

To link in warm repose, and hear the din Prevail in each repaft: your food supplied Howl o'er the steady vattlements, delights By bleeding life, be gently wasted down, Above the luxury of vulgar Neep. By foft decoction and a niellowing heat, The murinuring rivulet, and the hoarser ftrain To liquid balm ; or, ifthe solid mass

Of waters ruthing o'er the flippery rocks, You choose, tormented in the boiling wave; Will nightly lull you to ambrofal reft. That through the thirsty channels of the blood To pleale the fancy is notrifling good, A smooth diluted chyle may ever flow. Where health is studied; for whatever moves The fragrant dairy from its cold recess The mind with calm delight, promotes the just Its nectar acid or benign will pour

And natural movements of th' harmonious frame. To drown your thirst; or let the mantling bowl Besides, the sportive brook for ever shakes Of keen therbet the fickle taste relieve.

The trembling air, that fioats from hill to hill, For with the viscous blood the simple Atream From vale to mountain, with incessant change Will hardiy mingle; and fermented cups Of purest element, refrething still Oft dillipate more moisture than they give. Your airy seat, and uninfected gods. Yet when pale feasons rise, or winter rolls Chiefly for this I praise the man who builds His horrors o'er the world, thou inay'st indulge High on the breezy ridge, whole lofty fides In feast more genial, and impatient broach Th' ethereal deep with endless billows chafes. The mellow calk. Then too the scourging air His purer mansion nor contagious years Provokes to keener toils than fultry droughts Shall reach, nor deadly putrid airs annoy. Allow But rarely we such skies blaspheme. But may no fogs, from lake or funny plain, Stecp'd in continual rains, or with raw fogs Involve my hill! And wheretoe'r you build; Bedew'd, our seasons droop: incumbent still Whether on sun-burnt Epsom, or the plains A pood'rous heaven o'erwhelms the sinking soul: Walh'd by the filent Lee; in Chelsea law, Lab'ring with storms, in heapy mountains rise Or high Blackheath with wint'ry winds allail'd, Th'embattled clouds, as if the Stvgian fhades Dry be your house ; but airy more than warm, Had left the dungeon of eternal night,

Elle ev'ry breath or ruder wind will fitrike Till black with thunder all the South descends. Your tender body thro' with rapid paios; • The wild rose, or that which grows on the common brier.

Fierce coughs will tease you, hoarseness bind your Daily with fresh materials to repair voice,

Thió unavoidable expence of life, Dr moist Gravedo load your aching brows. This necessary waste of flesh and blood. These to defy, and all the fates that dwell Hence the concoctive pow'rs, with various art, En cloister'd air, tainted with steaming life, Subdue the cruder aliments to chyle; Ler lofty cielings grace your ample rooms ; The chyle to blood; the foamy purple tide And still at azure noontide may your dome To liquors, which thro' finer arteries At ev'ry window drink the liquid sky.

To different parts their winding course pursue; Need we the sunny situation here,

To try new charges, and new forms put on, And theatres open to the south, cummend? Or for thi public, or some private ule. Here, where the morning's misty breath infests Nothing to foreign but th' athletic hind More than the torrid noon: How fickly grow, Can lalour into blood. The hungry mcal How pale, the plants in thofe ill-fated vales Alone he fears, or aliments too thin; That, circled round with the gigantic heap By vi lent powers too easily fublued, Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope Too soon expeli'd. His daily iabour thaw's To feel, the genial rigour of the fun!

To friendly chyle the most rebellious mass While on the neighb'ring hill the rose inflames That talt can harden, or the 'moke of years; The verdant spring; in virgin beauty blows Vor does his gorge tue rancid bacon rue, The tender lily, languishingly sweet;

Sor that which Ceftria fends, tenacious paste O'er ev'ry hedge the wanton woodbine roves, Of folid milk. But ye of sciter clay, And autumn ripens in the summer's ray. Inario and delicate! and ve who waste Nor less the warmer living tribes demand With pale and bloated sloth the tedious day! The fost’ring fun ; whole energy divine Avoid the tiubborn aliment, avoid Dwells not in mortal fic; whole gen'rous heat The full repatt; and let fagacious age Glow's thro' the mass of groffer elements, Grow wifer, leilon'd by the dropping teeth. And kindles into life the pond'rous Ipheres. Half subtiliz'd to chyle, the liquid food Cheer'd by thy kind invigorating warmth,

Readiest obeys th' afsimilating puw is; We court thy beams, great majesty of day! And soon the tender vegetable mass If not the foul, the regent of this world, Relents; and ioon the young of those that tread First-born of heaven, and only less than God! The feadt. It earth, or cleave the green aby's,

Or pathleis tky. And if the steer must fail, DIET

In youth and languine vigour let him die;

Vor stay till rigid age or heavy ails ENOUGH of Air. A desert subject now,

Ab!olve him ill-requited fiom the yoke.. Rougher and wilder, rises to my light.

Some with high forage and luxuriant case A barren waste, where not a garland grows Codulge the veteran ox'; but wiler thou, To bind the Mule's brow; nor even a proud From the bald mountain or the barren downs Stupendous folitude frowns o'er the heath, Expect the Hocks by frugal nature fed; To route a noble horror in the foul:

Arace of purer blood, wit exercise
But rugged patlis fatigue, and error leads Refin'd, and scanty fare : for, old or young,
Thro'endleis labyrinths the devious feet. The stall'd are never healthy, northe cramm’d.
Farewel, ethereal fields ! the humbler arts Not all the culinary arts can tame
Of life; the Table and the homely Gods To wholesome food th'aborpinable growth
Demand my fong. Elysian gales, adieu! Of reft and gluttony; the prudent talte

The blood, the fountain whence the spirits flow, Rejects like lane fuch loathsome lusciousness.
The gen'rous stream that waters ev'ry part, The languid ftomach curses even the pure
And motion, vigour, and warm life conveys Delicious fat, and all the race of oil:
To every particle that moves or lives;

For more the oily aliinents relax
This vital Auid, through unnumber'd tubes Its feeble tone; and with the eager lymph
Pour'd by the heart, and to the heart again (Fond to incorporate with all it mects).
Refunded ; fcourg'd for ever round and round; Coyly they mix, and thun with Nipp’ry wiles.
Enrag'd with heat and toil, at last forgets

The woo'd embrace. Th' irrcfoluble oil, Its baliny nature; virulent and thin

So gentle late and blandithing, in tloods It grows; and now, but that a thousand gates Of rancid bile o'erflows: what tumults hence, Are open to its flight, it would defiroy

What horiors rile, were naufcous to relate. The parts it cheriih'd and repair'd before. Choose leaner viands, ye whole jovial make Besides, the Hexible and tender tubes

Too fast the gummy nutriment imbib s: Melt in the mildett most nectareous tide Choose fober meals, and roule to active life That ripening nature rolls; as in the stream Your cumbrous clay; nor on th' enfeebling down, Its crumbling banks; but what the vital force Irrefolute, protract tie moining hours. Of plastic Auids hourly batters down,

Biit let the man, whose bones are thinly clad, That very force, those plastic particles

With cheerful case and succulent repast Rebuild : so mutable the state of man.

Improve his fiender habit. Each extreme For this the watchful appetite was given, From the bleft mean of fanity departs.

I could



I could relate what table this demands Is this for pleasure: Learn a juíter tafe; Or that complexion; what the various pow'rs And know, that iemperance is true luxury. Of various foods : but fifty years would roll, Or is it pride! Pursue fome noi'er ain : And hfty more, before the cale were done. Dismiss your parasites, who prane for bure; Besides, there often lurks fome nameless, itrange, And carn the fair citeein of honeit men, Peculiar thing; vor on the skin display'd, Whole praileistame. Forin'da fichelaras foors, Felt in the pulie, nor in the habit tecn; The fick, the famith'd, thiver at your gaits. Which finds a poison in the food that most Even modeft want may bless your hani urlees, The temp'raiure affects. There are, whose blood Tho' huth'd in patient wretchedaris at home. Impetuous rages thro' the turgid veins, Is there no virgin grac'd with ev'ry chanın Who better bear the fiuy fruits of lond

But that which binds the mercenary vow? Than the moist Melon,

or pale Cucumber. No youth of genius, whose neglected bivan Of chilly nature others fly the board

Unfoiter d fickens in the barrun thade? Supplied with Naughter; and the vernal pow'rs No worthy ran, by fortune's random blows, For cooler, kinder, sufenance implore. Or by a reart 100 gen'i vus ad huinaue, Some ev'n the gen'rous nutriment detest Contrain'd to leave his hapey ndiai feat, Which, in the shell, the sleeping embryo tears. And high for wants more bitter van his own? Some, more unhappy still, repent the gifts There are, while human mifèries abound, Of Pales-foft, delicious, and benign;

A thousand ways 10 wade superfluous wealth, The balmy quintessence of ev'ry tow'r, Without one fool or 4. te er at your board, And ev'ry grateful herb that docks the spring; Without one hour offickness or ilgult. The fort'ring dew of tender sprouting life;

But other ills th' ambiguous feui purive, The best refećtion of declining age;

Besides provoking the lascivious iafie. The kind restorative of those who lie

Such various fouds, tho' harmicis tach alone, Half dead, and panting from the doubtful ftrife Each other violate ; and oft we fee Of nature struggling in the grasp of death. What strife is brew'd, and what pernicious bene, Try all the bounties of this fertile glute, From combinations of innoxious ibing. There is not such a salutary food

Th' unbounded taste I mean not to confine As suits with ev'ry stomach. But (except To hermit's dict, needletly forere. Amid the mingled mass of fish and fowl, But would you long the fivects of health enje, And boil'd and bak d, you hefirate by which Or husband pleasure; at one unpious meal You sunk oppress'd, or whether not by all), Exhaust not half the bounties at the yeit,

Taught by experience, soon you may discorn Of ev'ry realm. It matt:rs not meanshie What pleases, what offends. Avoid the cates | How much to-morrow differ fro:n to-dly; That lull the sicken'd appetite too long; So far indulge: 'ris fit, b.files, tilai mali, Or heave with fev'rith Nushings all ihe face, To change obnoxious, be to change inurd. Burn in the palms, and parch the rough’ning But stay ine curious a, petite, and tatte tongue;

With caution fruits you never tried before. Or much diminish or too much incrcafe

For want of use, the kindest aliment Th' expence, which nature's wife æconomy, Sometimes offcnds; while cuiton tames the na Without or waste or avarice, maintains.

Of prilou to mild amity with life. Such cates abjur'd, let prowling hunger loose, So Heaven has form d us to the general ta te And bid the curious palace roam at will; Of all its gifts, fo custoin has improv'd They scarce can err amid the various stores This bent of nature, that few tuinple foods, That burst the teeming entrails of the world. Of all that earth, or air, or ocean yield,

Led by fagacious taste, the ruthlefs king But by excess oflend. Beyond the fence
Of beasts on blood and tlaughter only lives; Of light refection, at the genial board
The tiger, form'd alike to cruel meals, Indulge not often : nor pretract the feast
Would at the manger starve: of milder feeds, To dull satiety ; til fofi and flow

The generous horle to herbage and to grain A drowsy death creeps ('n, th'exparsive foul
Confines his with ; tho' fabling Greece resound Oppress'd, and smother'd ihe celeinai nire.
The Thracian steeds with human carnage wild. The itomach, urg'd beyor:d is active ture,
Prompted by inftin&t's never-erring poi'r, Hardly 10 nutrimental chyle fulxdues
Each creature knows its proper aliment; The foftest food ; unfrith'd and deprard,
But man, th' inhabitant of ev'ry cline,

The chyle in all its future wand'rinys owns With all the coinmovers of nature feeds. Its turbid fountain; nor by purer ftreams Directed, bounded, by this pow'r within, So to be clear'd, bur faulnets will remain. Their cravings are well ain'd: voluptuous Man To sparkling wine what ferment can exat Is by superior faculties milled,

Th’unripen'd grape ? Or what mechanic ki? Milled from pleasure e'en in quest of joy. From the crude ore çan (pin the duétise gold? Sated with nature's boons, whit thou lands reck, Grois riot treasures up a wealthy furd With dides tortur'd from their native taste, Of plagues : but more immedicable il's And mad variety, to four beyond

Attend the lean extreme. For phyfic kaos Its wiser will the jaded appetite !

How to dilourden the too cumaid veins,


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