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To my Friend Dr. Garth. In his Sickness.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To my Friend Dr. Garth. In his Sickness.

Machaon sick, in every Face we find,
His Danger is the Danger of Mankind;
Whose Art protecting, Nature could expire
But by a Deluge, or the general Fire.
More Lives he saves, than perish in our Wars,
And faster than a Plague destroys, repairs.
The bold Carouser, and advent'rous Dame,
Nor fear the Fever, nor refuse the Flame;

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Safe in his Skill, from all Restraint set free,
But conscious Shame, Remorse, or Piety.
Sire of all Arts, defend thy darling Son;
O! save the Man whose Life's so much our own!
On whom, like Atlas, the whole World's reclin'd,
And by restoring Garth, preserve Mankind.
 

Apollo, God of Poetry and Physick.