Maxioms by Matthew Prior
You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
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You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
Of which you need not read one letter,
The worse the scrawl, the dose the better.
For if you knew but what you take,
Though you recover, he must break.
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
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Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
Who may return me much a better.
A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam's ale.
A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam's ale.
