herbs in traditional medicine

Like as, to make our appetites more keen, With eager compounds we our palate urge, As, to prevent our maladies unseen, We sicken to shun sickness when we purge, Even so, being tuff of your ne'er-cloying

Here and summer days are decreasing. Where are the summer rays of gold? Only the gray eyebrows shift, Only gray hair curls. This morning, fate bitterly Stunned, I sighed a little: Early, early ruddy dawn