To sultry skies, and distant climes I go.

Where Indian Suns engender new diseases,

Where snakes and tigers breed, I bend my way

To brave the feverish thirst no art appeases,

The yellow plague, and madding blaze of day:

But not to feel slow pangs consume my liver,

To die by piecemeal in the bloom of age,

My boiling blood drank by insatiate fever,