From Bodleian Ms. Rawlinson poet. 172, fol. 2v, a text provided by John O'Neill (Hamilton College)

A Cure for ye Greene Sicknesse

A mayden faire of ye greene sicknesse late
Pitty to see, perplexed was full sore
Resolvinge how t'amend her bad estate,
In this distresse Apollo doth implore
Cure for her ill; ye oracle assignes,
Keepe ye first letter of these severall lines