Our plague's likely "hand, foot, and mouth," which only feels fatal-- but when an icky virus sweeps through the family, I'm just praying to make it through the day! In a different sense.
From "A Litany in Time of Plague" by Thomas Nashe (1567-c.1601)
|Kleenex, medicine, coffee pods, milkshake mix,|
the last fruits of summer... Yep, it's a mess in here!
("Lord, have mercy...")
This world uncertain is;
Fond are life’s lustful joys;
Death proves them all but toys;
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!. . . .
"Haste, therefore, each degree, To welcome destiny; Heaven is our heritage, Earth but a player’s stage; Mount we unto the sky. I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us!"
Stay well, everyone-- and if you're ill, feel better soon!