Cholera

NEXT Choller standes, resembling most the fire,
Of swarthie yeallow, and a meager face;
With Sword a late, vnsheathed in his Ire:
Neere whome, there lies, within a little space,
A sterne ei'de Lion, and by him a sheild,
Charg'd with a slame, vpon a crimson feild.

We paint him young, to shew that passions raigne,
The most in heedles, and vnstaied youth:
That Lion showes, he seldome can refraine,
From cruell deede, devoide of gentle ruth:
Or hath perhaps, this beast to him assign'd,
As bearing most, the braue and bounteous mind.