A FEVER.

O ! DO not die, for I shall hate

All women so, when thou art gone,

That thee I shall not celebrate,

When I remember thou wast one.

But yet thou canst not die, I know ;

To leave this world behind, is death ;

But when thou from this world wilt go,

The whole world vapours with thy breath.

Or if, when thou, the worlds soul, gost,

It stay, tis but thy carcase then ;

The fairest woman, but thy ghost,

But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.

O wrangling schools, that search what fire

Shall burn this world, had none the wit

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