Sep ., Pho., Con. Thou suppuration omnibus. There is no ulcer or decay, That indicateth not thy sway. In every avenue and aisle. Thou taketh thy catarrhal seat, With purpose never to retreat.
Perpetual coldness is thy whim, And hardness is thy synonym.
Thy head with coldness, truth to say, Hath need of wrappings all the day. Thy feet are icy cold-and back Is not exempted from attack. Hard pimples scalp, dry brittle nails, And nostrils filled with crusty scales. Eczema foul upon thy skin, And crusty herpes on thy chin. Whilst mists before thy vision flit.