A FEVER.
O ! DO not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
When I remember thou wast one.
But yet thou st 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.
ling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had he wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her feaver might be it?
A she ot waste by this,
Nor lohis t wrong,
For more corruption needful is,
To fuel such a fever long.
These burning fits but meteors be,
Whose matter in thee is soo ;
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
Are ungeable firmament.
Yet twas of my mind, seizing thee,
Though it in thee ot perséver ;
For I had rather owner be
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
AIR AND ANGELS.
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