Their lungs cough'd up, their bones pierced through their skin;
Their liver all one scirrhus, and the frame
Poison'd with evils which they dare not name;
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Men who spent all upon physicians' fees,
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Who never slept, nor had a moment's ease,
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Are now as roaches sound, and all as brisk as bees.
If the sick gudgeons to the bait attend,