Part 4 — THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE
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I sent for Ratcliffe; was so ill, That other doctors gave me over: He felt my pulse, prescribed his pill, And I was likely to recover.
But, when the wit began to wheeze, And wine had warmed the politician, Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Matthew Prior [1664-1721]