Corruption - In The Nursery

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