A race of purer blood, with exercise 70
Refin’d and scanty fare: For, old or young,
The stall’d are never healthy; nor the cramm’d.
Not all the culinary arts can tame,
To wholsome food, th’ abominable growth
Of rest and gluttony; the prudent taste 75
Rejects like bane such loathsome lusciousness.
The languid stomach curses even the pure
Delicious fat, and all the race of oil;
For more the oily aliments relax