On the Same (His Brother H. S. Drown'd), The Tempers

The Elements that do mans house compose
Are all his chiefest foes;
Fire, Aire, Earth, Water, all are at debate,
Which shall predominate
Sometimes the Tyrant fire in feavours raves,
And brings us to our graves,
Sometimes the Aire in whirling of our braines
And windy Colicks raignes;
Now Earth with melancoly man invades,
Making us walking shades;
Now water in salt Rheumes works our decay
And dropseys quench our day
But this war equall was in him; the fight:
Harmony and delight,
Till Treacherous Thames taking the waters part
Surpriz'd his open heart.