What you had inside had affected your outside

 

A poet went to see a doctor. He said to him: ' I have all kinds of terrible symptoms. I am unhppy and uncomfortable, my hair and my arms and legs are as if tortured.

The doctor answered: 'Is it not true that you have not yet given out your latest poetic composition?'

'That is true, 'said the poet.

'Very well,' said the poet.

'Very well, ' said the physician, 'be good enough to recite.'

He did so, and, at the doctor's orders, said his lines again and again. Then the doctor said: 'Stand up, for you are now cured. What you had inside had affected your outside. Now it is released, you are well again.'