“Still taxing Nature with those faults,
“Sprung from his evil lust.
XI.
“The poison’d Snake, the noxious Weed,
“Earth’s venom’d juices drain;
“And, more than all yon’ fragrant flow’rs,
“Enrich with health the plain.
XII.
“Nay of my race grows many a plant,
“Which, of rich gifts possest,