I sent for Ratcliffe, was so ill, <br />That other doctors gave me over, <br />He felt my pulse, prescribed his pill, <br />And I was likely to recover. <br /> <br />But when the wit began to wheeze, <br />And wine had warm'd the politician, <br />Cured yesterday of my disease, <br />I died last night of my physician.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-remedy-worse-than-the-disease/
