O, that I had Wings, like a Dove!
Then would I flee away, and be at rest!

O that my feet were wing'd , as my desire!
I would not, then, thus tediously retire:
Thus slowly rise, that, while to mount, I try,
I sink, beneath the weight, from which I fly!
Could I, like eagles , sail upon the wind,
Might curses catch me, when I look'd behind!
'Till shaking off this cumb'rous load of breath ,
My soul reach'd heav'n , nor stop'd to bait at death .