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.