 | Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad |  |
To my darling-friend Mr. Richard Dorington.
Dicke , I am thine: then (thou hast to the end,A sore disease, that Physicke will not mend:
Yet, tis no Falling-sicknes, for Ile stand
As fast to thee, as is thy Heart and Hand:
And I haue reason for it; for thou art
As deere to mee as is my Hand or Heart.
Then, if I doe disease thee, it shall bee,
As Physicke doth, of good, to better thee,
Sith thou aforehand giu'st mee Fee on Fee.
| Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | |