The Dutchess

Thou shalt not come down off that Bed on which thou art gone up, but shalt surely die.

2 Kings i. 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 Limbs
Subdue without Remorse,
And his fell Scythe shall to the Grave
Consign thy breathless Corse.