But ah! too ravenous plague, whilst I
Strive to keep off the misery,
The learned too as fast as others round me die;
They from corruption are not free,
Are mortal though they give an immortality.
XXVII.
They turn’d their Authors o’re, to try,
What help, what cure, what remedy
All Natures stores against this Plague supply,
And though besides they shunn’d it every where,