Hardly to nutrimental chyle subdues 210
The softest food: unfinish’d and deprav’d,
The chyle, in all its future wand’rings, owns
Its turbid fountain; not by purer streams
So to be clear’d, but foulness will remain.
To sparkling wine what ferment can exalt 215
Th’ unripen’d grape? Or what mechanic skill
From the crude ore can spin the ductile gold?
Gross riot treasures up a wealthy fund
Of plagues: but more immedicable ills