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How does your patient, doctor?
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Not so sick, as she's troubled with
fancies that keep her from her sleep.
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Cure her of that.
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Canst thou not minister
to a mind diseased?
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Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow?
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Raze out the written troubles
of the brain?
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And with some sweet,
oblivious antidote...
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...cleanse the bosom of that perilous
stuff which weighs upon the heart?
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Therein the patient
must minister to himself.
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Throw physic to the dogs.