Thou long the fav’rite of the healing powers,
Indulge, O Mead! a well-design’d essay,
Howe’er imperfect: and permit that I 60
My little knowledge with my country share,
Till you the rich Asclepian stores unlock,
And with new graces dignify the theme.
YE who amid this feverish world would wear
A body free of pain, of cares a mind; 65
Fly the rank city, shun its turbid air;
Breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke