The Remedy Worse Than The Disease Poem by Matthew Prior

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 warm'd the politician,
Cured yesterday of my disease,
I died last night of my physician.

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Matthew Prior

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Dorset / England
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