The whole world vapors with thy breath.
Or if, when thou, the worlds soule, goest,
10It stay, tis but thy carkasse then,
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
But corrupt wormes, the worthyest men.
O wrangling schooles, that search what fire
Shall burne this world, had none the wit
15Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her feaver might be it?
And yet she cannot wast by this,