And learn to suffer what you cannot shun. 290
Against the rigors of a damp cold heav’n
To fortify their bodies, some frequent
The gelid cistern; and, where nought forbids,
I praise their dauntless heart. A frame so steel’d
Dreads not the cough, nor those ungenial blasts, 295
That breathe the Tertian or fell Rheumatism;
The nerves so temper’d never quit their tone,
No chronic languors haunt such hardy breasts.
But all things have their bounds: And he who makes