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Cried Allen Forman: "Doctor, pray / Compose my spirits' strife: / O what may be my chances, say, / Of living all my life?
"For lately I have dreamed of high / And hempen dissolution! / O doctor, doctor, how can I / Amend my constitution?"
The learned leech replied: "You're young / And beautiful and strong -- / Permit me to inspect your tongue: / H'm, ah, ahem! -- 'tis long."