ILLNESS.
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death,
The young disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Essay on Man, Epistle II. A. POPE.
Diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.
Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
So when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side by turns,
And 'tis a poor relief we gain
To change the place, but keep the pain.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Bk. II. Hymn 146. DR. I. WATTS.
Long pains are light ones,
Cruel ones are brief!
Compensation. J.G. SAXE.
Then with no throbs of fiery pain,
No cold gradations of decay,
Death broke at once the vital chain,
And freed his soul the nearest way.
Verses on Robert Levet. DR. S. JOHNSON.