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220 THE HISTORY
lines of Horace* agree to no s^pot Letter, than the
ilands we have been just describing.
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From
lofty liills
With murmuring pace the fountain trills.
There goats uncall'd return from fruitful vales,
And bring stretch'd dugs to fill the pails.
No bear grins round the fold, no lambs he shakes;
No field swells there with poys'nous snakes.
More we shall wonder on the happy plain :
The watr'y east descends in rain,
Yet so as to refresh, not drown the fields
The temperate glebe full harvest yields.
No heat annoys : the ruler of the gods
From plagues secures these blest abodes.
Creech''s translation.
The inhabitants, (that I may make a complete coramentary
on the passage of Diodorus) are not to be
mended in the proportion of their persons : no preposterous
bandages distorting them in the cradle,
nor hindring nature from duely forming their limbs
* Montibus altis
Levis crepante lympha desilit pede.
Illic injussx veniunt ad mulctra capellae,
Refertque tenta grex amicus ubera.
Nee vespertinus circumgemit ursus ovile,
Nee intumosi-it alta viperis humus.
Pluraque felices mirabimur: ut neque largis
Aqunsus Eurus arva radat imbribus,
Pinsuia nee siccis urantur semina glebis;
Utrumque Rege lemperaute Coelitum.
Epod. 16. v^r, 47.