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Y OU'RE burning with fever, but still you recite;
If you don't see you're mad, then you're really not right.
If you want to perspire, no more's to be said;
But a tertian ague should see you in bed.
‘It's important,’ you say. Nay, in that you're quite wrong;
It's important in fevers to keep a still tongue.
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