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To Ellinda Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox

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I.
How I grieve that I am well!
All my health was in my sicknes,
Go then, Destiny, and tell,
Very death is in this quicknes.

II.
Such a fate rules over me,
That I glory when I languish,
And do blesse the remedy,

That doth feed, not quench my anguish.
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