Correct the soil, and dry the sources up
Of watry exhalation; wide and deep
Conduct your trenches thro’ the spouting bog; 200
Solicitous, with all your winding arts,
Betray th’ unwilling lake into the stream;
And weed the forest, and invoke the winds
To break the toils where strangled vapours lie;
Or thro’ the thickets send the crackling flames. 205
Mean time, at home with chearful fires dispel
The humid air: And let your table smoke