Peculiar thing; nor on the skin display’d, 100
Felt in the pulse, nor in the habit seen;
Which finds a poison in the food that most
The temp’rature affects. There are, whose blood
Impetuous rages thro’ the turgid veins,
Who better bear the fiery fruits of Ind, 105
Than the moist Melon, or pale Cucumber.
Of chilly nature others fly the board
Supply’d with slaughter, and the vernal pow’rs
For cooler, kinder, sustenance implore.