A physician to me is what thou art yet all of this is unbeknown to thee, and if to prove all true where should I start in truth to pay such an exquisite fee. For upon none I call to intercede for succour to cure such a sweet sick state for no physician's counsel do I heed as Eros stands by and scoffs at mine fate. O, but to be with thee for just one hour would ease mine fever'd brow and calm mine mind for being in thy presence thou hast such pow'r but when apart a paradox to find β― it seems mine fate perforce I must endure finding in thee my sickness and my cure.
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