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EPIGRAM

ON AN AMOROUS DOCTOR

From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart And left it sticking in Sangrado's heart. No quiet from that moment has he known, And peaceful sleep has from his eyelids flown. And opium's force, and what is more, alack! His own orations cannot bring it back. In short, unless she pities his afflictions, Despair will make him take his own prescriptions.

Lit. Rem., i. 45. First collected P. and D. W., 1877, ii. 368.