On death like his what name shall we bestow,
So very sudden! yet so very slow?
'T was slow: — Disease, augmenting year by year,
Show'd the grim king by gradual steps brought near:
'T was not less sudden; in the night he died,
He drank, he swore, he jested, and he lied;
Thus aiding folly with departing breath: —
"Beware, Lorenzo, the slow-sudden death."