cures

Ever, save thus, to be forgiven.

No Gospel has come down that cures

With better gain a loss like yours.

Fit, while ye liv'd, for smell or ornament,

And after death for cures.

I follow straight without complaints or grief,

A mithridate, whose operation

Keeps off, or cures what can be done or said.

Yet my love for her in its fulness she herself even did not know;

Well, time cures hearts of tenderness, and now I can let her go.

Of vervain, monkshood, plantain, and self-heal.

The book of cures is on the upper shelf.

I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings.

For the soul that cures its sufferings dies.

For no man well of such a salve can speak,

That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:

Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;