Then with a wondering pain.
—Proctor.
“You are sick, that’s sure”—they say;
“Sick of what?”—they disagree.
“’Tis the brain”—thinks Doctor A;
“’Tis the heart”—holds Doctor B;
“The liver—my life I’d lay!”
“The lungs!” “The lights!”
Ah me!
—Browning.
Then with a wondering pain.
—Proctor.
“You are sick, that’s sure”—they say;
“Sick of what?”—they disagree.
“’Tis the brain”—thinks Doctor A;
“’Tis the heart”—holds Doctor B;
“The liver—my life I’d lay!”
“The lungs!” “The lights!”
Ah me!
—Browning.