That this world’s general sickness doth not lieIn any humour, or one certain part;But as thou sawest it rotten at the heart,Thou seest a hectic fever hath got holdOf the whole substance, not to be controlled,And that thou hast but one way, not to admitThe world’s infection, to be none of it.

-John Donne

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