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• Serves needful purposes. Are barbecues
• The cates¹ thou lov’st? What like rich skimmings feed [480]
• The grunting, bristly kind? Your labouring mules
• They soon invigorate: Give old Baynard² these,
• Untir’d he trudges in his destin’d round;

• Nor need the driver crack his horrid lash.

• YET, with small quantities indulge the steed, [485]
• Whom skimmings ne’er have fatten’d: else, too fond,
• So gluttons use, he’ll eat intemperate meals;

• And, staggering, fall the prey of ravening sharks.

• BUT say, ye boon companions, in what strains,
• What grateful strains, shall I record the praise [490]
• Of their best produce, heart-recruiting rum?
• Thrice wholesome spirit! well-matur’d with age,
• Thrice grateful to the palate! when, with thirst,
• With heat, with labour, and wan care opprest,
• I quaff thy bowl, where fruit my hands have cull’d, [495]
• Round, golden fruit; where water from the spring,
• Which dripping coolness spreads her umbrage round;
• With hardest, whitest sugar, thrice refin’d;
• Dilates my soul with genuine joy; low care

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