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Before a doctor every malady speaks,
Use me for fever, cough and small pox,
The expert do not the medicine seeks,
As truants for safety reach at the rocks
I know the remedies of every disease,
But I can’t give its doze for everyone,
My herbs demand how days increase,
I am not a doctor I don’t know its fun.
I am the doctor of love my first patient,
Was my pretty love first I cures her,
With my sweet tongue it was sufficient,
Now is my fame that called me the liar.
I am love disease expert and can you tell,
Why a fair gets disease what is ill and well.
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