VERSES
written
in
a
Lady's
Sherlock
upon
Death
.
MIstaken
fair
,
lay
Sherlock
by
,
His
doctrine
is
deceiving
;
For
whilst
he
teaches
us
to
die
,
He
cheats
us
of
our
living
.
To
die's
a
lesson
we
shall
know
Too
soon
without
a
master
;
Then
let
us
only
study
now
How
may
we
live
the
faster
.
To
live's
to
love
,
to
bless
,
be
blest
With
mutual
inclination
;
Share
then
my
ardour
in
your
breast
,
And
kindly
meet
my
passion
.
But
if
thus
bless'd
I
may
not
live
,
And
pity
you
deny
,
To
me
at
least
your
Sherlock
give
,
'Tis
I
must
learn
to
die
.