So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts i
What choice to chuse for delicacie best,
What order, so trivd as not to mix
Tastes, not well joynd, i, but bring [ 335 ]
Taste after taste upheld with ki ge,
Bestirs her then, and from each tealk
Whatever Earth all-bearing Mother yields
In India East or West, or middle shoare
In Pontus or the Punic Coast, or where [ 340 ]
Alnd, fruit of all kindes, in coate,
Rough, or smooth rind, or bearded husk, or shell
She gathers, Tribute large, and on the board
Heaps with unsparing hand; for drink the Grape
She crushes, inoffensive moust, ahes [ 345 ]
From many a berrie, and from sweet kernels prest
She tempers dulcet creams, nor these to hold
Wants her fit vessels pure, then strews the ground
With Rose and Odours from the shrub unfumd.
Mean while our Primitive great Sire, to meet [ 350 ]
His god-like Guest, walks forth, without more train
Apahen with his own pleat
Perfes; in himself wa……（内容加载失败！）
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