To the Same Lady upon Mr. Burton's Melancholy

If in this Glasse of Humours you doe find
The Passions or Diseases of your Mind;
Here without paine you safely may endure
Though not to suffer, yet to Read your Cure:
But if you nothing meet you can apply,
Then e're you need, you have a Remedy.
And I doe wish You never may have cause
To be adjoudg'd by these Phantastick Lawes.
But that this Booke's Example may be know'n
By others' Melancholy, not your Owne.
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