On a great COXCOMB recovering from an Indisposition

Narcissus (as Ovid informs us) expir'd, Consum'd by the flames his own beauty had fir'd; But N—o (who like him is charm'd with his face, And sighs for his other fair-self in the glass) Loves to greater excess than Narcissus—for why? He loves himself too much to let himself die.