Classic Poem

For sick men to be well,
For those that are in pain
To find some ease, recover strength,
And to wax whole again
(By Means or else without)
This is no Novelty:
But to be sick and well at once,
This is a Mystery.

And for our Sicknesses
To be a Salve to heal
Our deadly Sores, a soveraign Balm
For to procure our weal;
This is a Paradox
Hard to be understood:
But these discourses following
Explain, and make it good.

I shall not intermeddle
With the Physicians Art:
Nor Medicines prescribe, which may
Relieve thy Body's smart.
But what may help thee bear
Thine outward Misery
With Patience, as becomes a Saint,
And to get good thereby.