My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

I've that within for which there are no plasters.

I've that within for which there are no plasters.

Prevention is better than cure.

Prevention is better than cure.

A malady
Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.

A malady
Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, read more

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold,
A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the read more

Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed
To dare the vile contagion of the night,
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air,
To add unto his sickness?

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and
more: the whole head is sick, and read more

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and
more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

Sickness is a belief, to be annihilated by the divine Mind.

Sickness is a belief, to be annihilated by the divine Mind.

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For read more

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.