You from the cool fresh steam allay Those thirsts which sultry suns excite; When choak'd with dust, or hot with play, A cup of water yields delight.

"Yet ever from the clearest source have ran Some gross allay, some tincture of the man."Dr.

How will he shrink, when all his lewd allay, And wicked mixture, shall be purged away? When once his boasted heaps are melted down, A chest-full scarce will yield one sterling crown.