He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
read more

He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake.
His coward lips did from their color fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his luster.

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and
more: the whole head is sick, and read more

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and
more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

A malady
Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.

A malady
Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.

Prevention is better than cure.

Prevention is better than cure.

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, read more

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold,
A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the read more

Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed
To dare the vile contagion of the night,
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air,
To add unto his sickness?

I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness
worth while.

I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness
worth while.

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For read more

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.