Which amounts to disease if a tight hold it gain;
It may oft be relieved by right treatment, perhaps,
But then, sooner or later, there's sure a relapse.
Standing out a whole day, from its dawn until night,
In a good drenching rain, without even a bite,
Is a capital thing for just cooling the brain,
Though time still will revive—and it warms up again.
It is contagious, too, for a brother it caught,
As he slept in a room where my tackle was brought;
He was up with the lark, and my top joint had broke