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Upon a Gentlewoman that died of a Fever.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Upon a Gentlewoman that died of a Fever.

Death, time, and sicknes, had been many a day
Conspiring this sweet Virgin to betray;
At last impatient, vow'd e're the next Sun,
To finish what their malice had begun.
Sicknes went slowly on, but time, apace,
Death lag'd behind, by night all reacht the place.
But when resolv'd of a surprize, they came,
They found her guarded by a holy flame
Her waking Fever kept, this did affright
The theeves, who are still fearful of the light.
Time stayes without; but sicknes, by the sin
Of bribing a false servant, was let in:
Death follow'd the advantage, and did creep
Into her chamber, where though in her sleep,
Sicknes faint-hearted could not stop her breath,
But she soon found the Icie hand of death.

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Her grone awak'd some friends, and the maid kild,
With sighes, and clamors all the ayre was fill'd
Fearing a swift pursuite, Time ran away,
Sicknes no longer had the heart to stay,
Death with his prey soon hid him under ground,
Not since by any living creature found.