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"Am not I God of Physic - I - I -I. ?" Thus spake the God, the Muses hush'd their sorrow And softly whisper'd "She'll be well to morrow."- Mean time to cheer the horrors of the day Accept the tribute of this uncouth lay - And may my labors throw some gleams around ye, With no unpleasing mysteries confound ye, Smooth with their spells the languors of disease Charm while they [[underline]] harrass - while they [[/underline]] puzzle -please. Two of my first to all this kind nature gave And one when forfeit marks the scouted knave. My nexts a fabric which by artful pain the proudest Architect could ne'er obtain My whole's a mood within whose sober ground Nor spoke, nor [[underline]] pointed jest was [[/underline]] ever found.
