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'T is plain, my Int'rest you've advanc'd so long,
Each Fee, tho' I was mute, wou'd find a Tongue.
And in return, tho' I have strove to rend
Those Statutes, which on Oath I should defend;
Such Arts are Trifles to a gen'rous Mind,
Great Services, as great Returns shou'd find.
And you 'll perceive, this Hand, when Glory calls,
Can brandish Arms as well as Urinals.

Oxford and all her passing Bells can tell,
By this Right Arm, what mighty Numbers fell.
Whilst others meanly ask'd whole Months to slay,
I oft dispatch'd the Patient in a Day:
With Pen in Hand I push'd to that degree,
I scarce had left a Wretch to give a Fee.
Some fell by Laudanum, and some by Steel,
And Death in Ambush lay in ev'ry Pill.
For save or slay, this Privilege we claim,
Tho' Credit suffers, the Reward's the same.

What tho' the Art of Healing we pretend,
He that designs it least, is most a Friend.
Into the Right we err, and must confess,
To Oversights we often owe Success.
Thus Bessus got the Battel in the Play,
His glorious Cowardise restor'd the Day.
So the fam'd Grecian Piece ow'd its Desert
To Chance, and not the labour'd Stroaks of Art.

Physicians, if they 're wise, should never think
Of any Arms but such as Pen and Ink:
But th' Enemy, at their Expence, shall find,
When Honour calls, I 'll scorn to stay behind.

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52 Yet that's a Trifle to a generous Mind, 1-4

53 should 1_4 54 you'l 1–4 63 eve’ry4 66 Kein neuer Abschnitt 1-4 70 Battle 11 W1 72 desert in

74 Kein neuer Abschnitt 1-3 75 Of any other Arms than Pen and Ink: [lok. '] !_4.8

He said; and seal’d th’ Engagement with a Kiss,
Which was return'd by Younger Askaris;
Who thus advanc'd: Each Word, Sir, you impart

80 Has something killing in it, like your Art. How much we to your boundless Friendship owe, Our Files can speak, and your Prescriptions show, Your Ink descends in such excessive Show'rs, 'Tis plain, you can regard no Health but ours.

85 Whilst poor Pretenders puzzle o'er a Case, You but appear, and give the Coup de Grace. O that near * Xanthus' Banks you had but dwelt, When Ilium first Achaian Fury felt, The horned River then had curs'd in vain

90 Young Peleus' Arm, that choak'd his Stream with Slain. No Trophies you had left for Greeks to raise, Their Ten Years Toil, you'd finish'd in Ten Days. Fate smiles on your Attempts, and when you list, In vain the Cowards fly, or Brave resist. Then let us Arm, we need not fear Success, No Labours are too hard for Hercules. Our military Ensigns we'll display; Conquest pursues, where Courage leads the Way. To this Design shrill Querpo did agree,

100 A zealous Member of the Faculty; His Sire's pretended pious Steps he treads,

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88 Xanthus 1-4 90–91 The Flood had curs'd young Peleus, [Peleus's 2—4) Arm in vain, For troubling his choak'd Streams with heaps (Heaps 6] of slain. 1-4. 6 93 ten

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Drain'd from an Elder's Loins with akward [awkard'l gust
In Lees of Stale Hypocrisie and Lust.

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And where the Doctor fails, the Saint succeeds.
A Conventicle flesh'd his greener Years,
And his full Age the righteous Rancour shares.
Thus Boys hatch Game-Eggs under Birds o’ Prey,
To make the Fowl more furious for the Fray.

Slow Carus next discover'd his Intent,
With painful Pauses mutt'ring what he meant.
His Sparks of Life in spight of Drugs, retreat,
So cold, that only Calentures can heat.
In his chill Veins the sluggish Puddle flows,
And loads with lazy Fogs his sable Brows.
Legions of Lunaticks about him press,
His Province is lost Reason to redress.
So when Perfumes their fragrant Scent give o’re,
Nought can their Odour, like a Jakes, restore.
When for Advice the Vulgar throng, he 's found
With lumber of vile Books besieg'd around.
The gazing Throng acknowledge their Surprize,
And deaf to Reason still consult their Eyes.
Well he perceives the World will often find,
To catch the Eye is to convince the Mind.
Thus a weak State, by wise Distrust enclines
To num'rous Stores, and Strength in Magazines.
So Fools were always most profuse of Words,
And Cowards never fail of longest Swords.

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108 Slow ]Dull 1 Grave S_^ Good ® || intent, 109–111 With much ado explaining what he meant. His Spirits stagnate like Cocitus's Flood, And nought [naught ®) but Calentures can warm his Blood. 1 - 4• 6 114-117 fehlen in 3

114 The brainless Wretch claims a Preeminence 1-2 115 In settling Lunaticks, and helping, [helping ] Sepse. I: 'T is he that can lost Intellects redress. 4 120 Throng ] Fry L_4.0 121—123 Consulting less their Reason than their Eyes. And He [Well he] perceives it stands in greater stead, To furnish well his Classes, than his Head. 1-4. 6

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Abandon'd Authors here a Refuge meet,
And from the World, to Dust and Worms retreat.
Here Dregs and Sediment of Auctions reign,
Refuse of Fairs, and Gleavings of Duck-Lane.
And up these Walls much Gothick Lumber climbs,
With Swiss Philosophy, and Runick Rhimes.
Hither, retriev'd from Cooks and Grocers, come
M– Works entire, and endless Reams of Blmn.
Where would the long neglected C-s fly,
If bounteous Carus shou'd refuse to buy?
But each vile Scribler's happy on this score,
He'll find some Carus still to read him o're.

Nor must we the obsequious Umbra spare,
Who, soft by Nature, yet declar'd for War.
But when some Rival Pow'r invades a Right,
Flies set on Flies, and Turtles Turtles fight.
Else courteous Umbra to the last had been
Demurely meek, insipidly serene.
*With Him, the Present still some Virtues have,
The Vain are sprightly, and the Stupid, grave :
The Slothful, negligent; the Foppish neat;
The Lewd are airy, and the Sly, discreet.
A Wren an Eagle, a Baboon a Beau ;
C— a Lycurgus, and a Phocion, R-

Heroick Ardour now th' Assembly warms,
Each Combatant breaths nothing but Alarms.

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For Future Glory, while the Scheme is laid,
Fam'd Horoscope thus offers to dissuade;

Since of each Enterprize th' Event's unknown,
We'll quit the Sword, and hearken to the Gown.
Nigh lives Vagellius, one reputed long
For Strength of Lungs, and Pliancy of Tongue.
For Fees, to any Form he moulds a Cause,
The Worst has Merits, and the Best has Flaws.
Five Guinea's make a Criminal to Day,
And ten to Morrow wipe the Stain away.
Whatever he affirms is undeny'd,
Milo's the Lecher, Clodius th' Homicide.
Cato pernicious, Cataline a Saint,
Or-d suspected, D-b innocent.
To Law then Friends, for 'tis by Fate decreed,
Vagellius, and our Mopy, shall succeed.
Know; when I first invok'd Disease by Charms
To prove propitious to our future Arms;
Ill Omens did the Sacrifice attend,
Nor wou'd the Sybil from her Grott ascend.

As Horoscope urg'd farther to be heard,
He thus was interrupted by a Bard ;

In vain your Magick Mysteries you use,
Such Sounds the Sybil's sacred Ears abuse.
These Lines the pale Divinity shall raise,
Such is the Pow'r of Sound, and Force of Lays.

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