To the Same (T. S.), Being Sicke of a Feavour. Horat: Od. 2. 17

Am not I in thy feavour sacrifiz'd?
That you alone by Fate should besurpriz'd,
(You my sole Sun-shine, my Soules wealth and pride)
Is both by me and by the Gods denide:
If hasty death take thee (my soule) away,
Can I, a loath'd imperfect carkasse stay?
No no; Our twisted lives must be cut both
Together; This I dare confirm by oath,
When e're thou leapst into the fatall boat
Ile leap in, glad with thee in death to float:
Nor shall that dubious monster, breathing fire,
Nor Gyges hundred hands did he respire,
Pluck me from this resolve approved so
By Fate and Justice: whither Scorpio
Fierce in my Horoscope, or Capricorne
Oppressing Latium with his watry horne,
Or Libra brooded my nativity,
'Tis sure our mutuall Stars strangley agree.