Its balmy nature; virulent and thin 20
It grows; and now, but that a thousand gates
Are open to its flight, it would destroy
The parts it cherish’d and repair’d before.
Besides, the flexible and tender tubes
Melt in the mildest, most nectareous tide 25
That ripening nature rolls; as in the stream
Its crumbling banks; but what the vital force
Of plastic fluids hourly batters down,
That very force, those plastic particles