One doctor, singly like the sculler plies, The patient struggles, and by inches dies But two physicians, like a pair of oars, Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.
One doctor, singly like the sculler plies, The patient struggles, and by inches dies But two physicians, like a pair of oars, Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.
Dissension, like small streams, are first begun, scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run So lines that from their parallel decline, More they proceed the more they still disjoin.
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