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Homer in a Nutshell.
CANTO I.
When now the murm'ring Vaulters of the Mead
Had climb'd to Pow'r, and rear'd a mighty Breed:
Doom'd by Latona for a bruitish Crime
To Stygian Mud and pestilential Slime,
'Till Application, Stratagem, and Trade,
A Blessing of the Malediction made;
And what with strenuous Limbs, and slight of Art,
Tough Lungs, auspicious Leaps, and hollow Heart,
More Wealth, more Splendor, more Command acquir'd,
Than if the Boors had never been bemir'd.
Had climb'd to Pow'r, and rear'd a mighty Breed:
Doom'd by Latona for a bruitish Crime
To Stygian Mud and pestilential Slime,
'Till Application, Stratagem, and Trade,
A Blessing of the Malediction made;
And what with strenuous Limbs, and slight of Art,
Tough Lungs, auspicious Leaps, and hollow Heart,
More Wealth, more Splendor, more Command acquir'd,
Than if the Boors had never been bemir'd.
When now the little, shaggy, liqu'rish Race
Of Animals that scud from Place to Place,
Or galloping through pliant Grass and Wheat,
Or gluttonously bury'd in their Meat,
Still trembling, jealous, malecontent, altho'
Thrice happy, wou'd they let themselves be so;
Of Animals that scud from Place to Place,
Or galloping through pliant Grass and Wheat,
Or gluttonously bury'd in their Meat,
Still trembling, jealous, malecontent, altho'
Thrice happy, wou'd they let themselves be so;
Grown
