Death And The Doctor Poem by Robert Anderson
Death And The Doctor
So many had old Nostrum kill'd, that Death
At length grew jealous, and just stopp'd his breath.
A while thy labour now, grim king, give o'er--
Thou'st conquer'd him who kill'd full many a score.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
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