Let me not only the distempers know
Which in all States from common causes grow,
But likewise those, which by the will of Fate,
On each peculiar mode of Empire wait,
Which in its very Constitution lurk,
Too sure at last, to do its destin'd work;
Let me, forewarn'd, each Sign, each System learn,
That I my people's danger may discern,
E'er 'tis too late wish'd Health to re-assure,
And, if it can be found, find out a cure.