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• Think on the Meed, that tickles sweet your Hand, « The glitt'ring Meed, no Doctor can withstand.

" Tho' Doctors differ ;-for the human Tripe • Tho' fome the Purge prefer, and some the Pipe ; « Or in th' Intestines raise the sharp Commotion, 70 • Some with a Pill, and others with a Potion ; • Tho', to apply the Flayer of the Skin, « Some hold a Virtue, others hold a Sin ; • In Antimony fome their Trust repose, And fome in Mercury--to save a Nofe;

75 « In this one Point ye never disagree,

Ye're all unanimous-about the Fee.

• Come then, my Fricnds, (for now methinks Ispy • A mild Complacency in ev'ry Eye,) · Think on the Meed, that tickles sweet your Hand, 80 The glitt'ring Meed, no Doctor can withstand.

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V. 72. The Flayer of the skin. A poetical Expression for Emplaftr. Epispastic.In plain English, a Blister.

V. 76. In this one Point ye never disagree,

re're all unanimous-about the Fee.

About each Symptom how they disagree, -
But how unanimous in case of Fee. GARTH.

V. 80. Think on the Meed that tickles fweet your Hand,

The glitt'ring Maed, no Doctor can withstand.

To corroborate the Truth of this Maxim, we shall take the Liberty of setting down the two following short Stories, by Way of Illustration. The



· Like to the Cur in Æsop's Tale display'd, • Ye quit the Substance, and embrace the Shade.

Licentiato Licence has to kill : • Can Socio boast a greater Pow'r, or Skill?

85 « Wile ye dispute, and quarrel for a Word, « Behold!


Patients are to Health restor'd.

N O T E S. Circumstances required the Stile of the Narration to be more familiar than would suit with the Dignity of the Rest of the Poem, to have them interwoven in the Body of it.

A Doctor once (vo Matter whence I ween,
From Oxfordd, Leyden, Cam, or Aberdeen,)
Was call'd to visit one with utmost Speed ;
But, when he came, behold! the Patient's dead.

What! dead?-- Yes, Doclor,-dead, but here's

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A Doctor oncc (O tell it not in Bath, Left Doctor Somebody be much in Wrath,) Soon as he saw the sick Man, shook his Head, No Pulse-no Breath-the Man in short was dead. Now as our Doctor kept his filent Stand, The tempting Shiner in the dead Man's Hand He faw, he touch'dand seizing, ""Tis for me,' He cried, and took his Farewell,-and the Fee.

V. 87. Behold! your Patients are to Health restor’d.

It is very remarkable, that the * Decrease of Burials within the Bills of Mortality for the Year 1767, is noi less than 1299, owing (it may perhaps be fuppoícil) to the Physicians having been so much takon up with Squabbles among themselves.

* See the General Bil of Mortality, set forth by the Parish Clerks, from Deien:ber 15, 1766, 10 Decemler 15; 1767.

" Ye three-tail'd Sages, cease your Disputation, Be Friends, and social join in Consultation ; - Each shake his loaded Noddle with the other, 90 • And Brother gravely smell his Cane with Brother.'

He ended, and forthwith to Sight appears A Car triumphal in the Form of Hearle: Six coal-black Steeds drag'd its flow Length along, Deaf to Aight, Aight, and heedless of the Thong. 95 These with dull Pace th' infernal Monarch drew, (Laid fiat upon his Back, and hid from View,) In awful Pomp, flow, folemn, fad, and still, Thro' Warwick-Lane, and on, (down Ludgate-Hill,) To the Fleet-Market,--whose stupendous Ditch 100 A lazy Current rolls, as black as Pitch; From whence a Passage, dismal, dark, and dank, Leads underneath to Acheron's gloomy Bank. Twelve sable Imps the Vehicle surround, And with lethiferous Nightshade strew the Ground:



V. go. Each shake his loaded Noddle with the cther,

And Brother gravely smell his Cane with Brother. An Imitation of the following Lines ; One Fool lolls his Tongue out at another, And shakes his empty Noddle at his Brother. V. 94. Six coal-black Steeds 'drag'd its flow Length

along, A needlels Alexandrine ends the Song: And like a wounded Snake, drag'd its flow

• Length along. V.95. Deaf to Aight, Aight, and heedless to the Thong.

Aight, Aight—an Expression in the Huynhym Language, made Use of by Coachmen, &c. in speaking to the Horses, fignifying, Go on.

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A strong Perfume, as in his Car he rode, 106
Of Afa Fætida proclaim'd the God.

Their Feuds forgot, the Doctors, with Amaze
And rev'rent Awe, on the Procession gaze.

Ν Ο Τ Ε.

V. 106. A strong Perfume, as in his Car he rode,

Of Affa Foetida praclaim'd the God.
Afa Foetida, vulgarly called Devil's Dung; Abun-
dance of which is found about the Peak in Derby-
jhire. (See Cotton's Natural History of that Place.]





Nil Admirari.


Quod si tam Graijs, Novitas invisa fuisset,
Quam nobis, quid nunc effet vetus ? Idem.

T Mach Twifting of the Wir and Brains



Translation has unlock'd the Store,
And spread abroad the Grecian Lore,
While Sophocles his Scenes are grown,
E’en as familiar as our own.

No more shall Taste presume to speak,
From its Enclosures in the Greek;
But, all its Fences broken downl,
Lie at the Mercy of the Town.

Critic, I hear thy Torrent rage,
'Tis Blasphemy against that Stage,
• Which Æschylus his Warmth design'd,

Euripides his Tafte refin'd,

And Sophocles his last Direction,
· Stamp'd with the Signet of Periection.'

Perfection's but a Word ideal,
And bears about it nothing real,
And Excellence was never hit
In the first Eflays of Man's Wit.
Shall ancient Worth, or ancient Fame
Preclude the Moderns from their Claim?



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