TheDUTCHESS.
Thou shalt not come down off that Bed on which thou art gone up, but shalt surely die.
2 Kingsi. 16.
From the soft Bed, O youthful Maid,Whereon thy Limbs now lie,Permission ever to arise,The cruel Fates deny:For first shall Death thy lifeless LimbsSubdue without Remorse,And his fell Scythe shall to the GraveConsign thy breathless Corse.
From the soft Bed, O youthful Maid,Whereon thy Limbs now lie,Permission ever to arise,The cruel Fates deny:For first shall Death thy lifeless LimbsSubdue without Remorse,And his fell Scythe shall to the GraveConsign thy breathless Corse.
From the soft Bed, O youthful Maid,Whereon thy Limbs now lie,Permission ever to arise,The cruel Fates deny:
From the soft Bed, O youthful Maid,
Whereon thy Limbs now lie,
Permission ever to arise,
The cruel Fates deny:
For first shall Death thy lifeless LimbsSubdue without Remorse,And his fell Scythe shall to the GraveConsign thy breathless Corse.
For first shall Death thy lifeless Limbs
Subdue without Remorse,
And his fell Scythe shall to the Grave
Consign thy breathless Corse.