These Reflections oppress'd me for the second or third Day of my
Distemper, and in the Violence, as well of the Feaver, as of the
dreadful Reproaches of my Conscience, extorted some Words from me, like
praying to God, tho' I cannot say they were either a Prayer attended
with Desires or with Hopes; it was rather the Voice of meer Fright and
Distress; my Thoughts were confus'd, the Convictions great upon my Mind,
and the Horror of dying in such a miserable Condition rais'd Vapours
into my Head with the meer Apprehensions; and in these Hurries of my
Soul, I know not what my Tongue might express: but it was rather
Exclamation, such as, Lord! what a miserable Creature am I? If I should
be sick, I shall certainly die for Want of Help, and what will become of
me! Then the Tears burst out
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