To try new changes, and new forms put on, 40
Or for the public, or some private use.
Nothing so foreign but th’ athletic hind
Can labour into blood. The hungry meal
Alone he fears, or aliments too thin,
By violent powers too easily subdu’d, 45
Too soon expell’d. His daily labour thaws,
To friendly chyle, the most rebellious mass
That salt can harden, or the smoke of years;
Nor does his gorge the rancid bacon rue,