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My case forlorn, in doleful ditty,

To melt your worships’ hearts to pity.

Sirs, I have been in high condition,

A right respectable Physician;

And passed, with men of shrewd discerning,

For wight of most prodigious learning;

For I could quote, with flippant ease,

Grave Galen and Hippocrates,

Brown, Cullen, Sydenham and such men,

Besides a shoal of learned Dutchmen.[10]

In all disorders was so clever,

From tooth ache, up to yellow fever,

That I by learned men was reckon’d

Don Esculapius the second!

No case to me was problematic;

Pains topical or symptomatic,

From aching head, to gouty toes,

The hidden cause I could disclose.

Minute examiner of Nature,

And most sagacious operator,

I could descern, prescribe, apply

And cure[11] disease in louse’s eye.

And insects smaller, ten degrees

Than those which float in summer’s breeze,

Drugg’d with cathartics and emetics,

Then doctor’d off with diuretics.

I had a curious little lancet,

Your worship could not help but fancy it,

By which I show’d with skill surprising,