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The Signe in Cancer.
An Epigram.
A crabbed Shrew, through sicknes weakly brought,Wisht by all meanes a Doctor should be sought;
Who by his Art that hee her griefe might know,
Felt both her pulse and cast her water too:
Which done, he to her husband turn'd againe,
And wishd him be content all was in vaine:
For when the signe's in Cancer, she would dye;
To whom her Husband answerd merrily:
“If that (my learned Doctor) had beene so
“She had beene dead beleeue it long agoe;
“For these ten yeares and odde she has beene mine,
“And I nere knew her yet out of that Signe.
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