| I sent for Ratcliffe, was so ill, That other doctors gave me over, He felt my pulse, prescribed his pill, And I was likely to recover. But when the wit began to wheeze, And wine had warm'd the politician, Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician. -Mathew Prior, 1714 |
So, thinking of the current state of affairs, is the cure worse than the disease?
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