Except kind nature by some hasty blow
Prevent the lingering fates. For know, whate’er 510
Beyond its natural fervor hurries on
The sanguine tide; whether the frequent bowl,
High-season’d fare, or exercise to toil
Protracted; spurs to its last stage tir’d life,
And sows the temples with untimely snow.
When life is new, the ductile fibres feel 515
The heart’s increasing force; and, day by day,
The growth advances; till the larger tubes,