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To that soft Charm, that Spell, that Magick Bough,

That high Enchantment I betake me now:

And to that Hand (the Branch of Heavens faire Tree)

I kneele for help: O! lay that hand on me,

Adored Cesar! and my Faith is such,

I shall be heal’d, if that my King but touch.

The Evill is not Yours: my sorrow sings,

Mine is the Evill, but the Cure, the KINGS.

Robert Herrick, ‘To the King, to cure the Evill’

(Hesperides, 1648)