LYRIC

And can a physician make sick men well?
And can a magician a fortune divine?
Without lily, germander. And sops in wine?
With sweetbriar, and bonfire,
Strawberry–wire and columbine

Within and out, in and out, round as a ball
With hither and thither and straight as a line
With lily. Germander. And sops in wine?
With sweetbriar, and bonfire,
Strawberry-wire and columbine

When Saturn did live there lived no poor
Beggars and kings on roots did dine
With lily, germander, and sops in wine?
With sweetbriar, and bonfire,
Strawberry–wire and columbine

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