A little cold the cause, a little heat,
Or vein minute, or artery’s morbid beat;
Even beauty these [admits].”—
“I did behold
My brother’s form.”—
“Yes, so thy Fancy told,
When in the morning she her work survey’d,
And call’d the doubtful memory to her aid.”—
“Nay, think! the night he died—the very night!”— }
“’Tis very true, and so perchance he might; }