Letra de A Fever
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so , when thou art gone, That thee I shall not celebrate, When I remember, thou wast one. But yet thou canst not die, I know, To leave this world behind, is death, But when thou from this world wilt go, The whole world vapours with thy breath. Or iff, when thou, the world's soul go'st, It stay, tis but thy carcase then, The fairest woman, but thy ghost, But corrupt worms, the worthiest men. Oh wrangling schools that search what fire Shall burn this world, had none the wit Unto this knowledge to aspire, That this her fever might be it? And yet she cannot waste by this, Nor long bear this torturing wrong, For much corruption needful is To fuel such a fever long. These burning fits but meteors be, Whose matter in thee is soon spent. Thy beauty, and all parts, which are theee, Are unchangeable firmament. Yet 'twas of my mind, seizing thee, Though it in thee cannot persever. For I had rather owner be Of thee one hour, than all else ever.