Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow... And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,<br />
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow...<br />
And with some sweet oblivious antidote<br />
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff<br />
Which weighs upon the heart?

William Shakespeare

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