THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 
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But why to curb anger aspire ? 
’Tis a torrent that roars in the mind; 
As easy to reign in the fire, , 
Or check the wild gusts of the wind. 
Each grew so outrageous at last, 
Such unparalleled insults occurred 
And they all talked together so fast, 
That I scarce could distinguish one word. 
So fearing that breakfast might wait, 
And conscious no blood could ensue, 
I left them to end the debate, 
And came home to relate it to you. 
FABLE VI. 
LOVE. 
Fancy not, men, who read my page 
That only care and spleen engage 
The blooming tribes I sing ; 
No—they enjoy the world like you, 
Make love, feed, sleep, and quaff the dew. 
And frolic in the spring. 
