Of limbs enormous, but withal unsound, Soft swoln and pale, here lay the Hydropsy: Unwieldly man; with belly monstrous round, For ever fed with watery supply; For still he drank, and yet he still was dry.
"The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753),Vol. V."
Theophilus Cibber
He died before this work was completed, of Hydropsy, and was buried in the Servite Church.
"Fra Bartolommeo"
Leader Scott (Re-Edited By Horace Shipp And Flora Kendrick)
"That's luck," observed the pickpocket, as the travelers disappear'd down the highway: "Tomorrow, with a slice of it, I might be riding in such a coach as that, and have the Hydropsy, to boot.
"The Splendid Spur"
Arthur T. Quiller Couch