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UPON TOM CAREW HAVING THE POX by JOHN SUCKLING

First Line: TROTH, TOM, I MUST CONFESS I MUCH ADMIRE
Last Line: FOR EVERMORE THE WATER RUNS AWAY.
Subject(s): SICKNESS; ILLNESS;

TROTH, Tom, I must confess I much admire
Thy water should find passage through the fire;
For fire and water never could agree:
These now by nature have some sympathy.
Sure then his way he forces, for all know
The French ne'er grants a passage to his foe.
If it be so, his valour I must praise,
That being the weaker, yet can force his ways;
And wish that to his valour he had strength,
That he might drive the fire quite out at length;
For, troth, as yet the fire gets the day,
For evermore the water runs away.



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