Distempered

I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, And thither hied, a sad distemper’d guest, But found no cure: the bath for my help lies Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress’ eyes.

Infection generally came into the Houses of the Citizens, by Means of their Servants, who, they were obliged to send up and down the Streets for Necessaries […] and who going necessarily thro’ the Streets into Shops, Markets, and the like, it was impossible, but that they should one way or other, meet with distempered people, who conveyed the fatal Breath into them […]