Bounds o’er the spacious downs in vain;
The feather’d torment sticks within his side,
And from the smarting wound a purple tide
Marks all his way with blood, and dies the grassy plain.
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But swifter far is execrable Care
Than stags, or winds, that through the skies
Thick-driving snows and gather’d tempests bear;
Pursuing Care the sailing ship out-flies.
Climbs the tall vessel’s painted sides;