No passions interrupt his easy reign,
No problems puzzle his lethargic brain;
But dark oblivion guards his peaceful bed,
And lazy fogs hang lingering o'er his head.
As at full length the pamper'd monarch lay, Battening in ease, and slumbering life away; A spiteful noise his downy chains unties, Hastes forward, and increases as it flies.
"Mankind my fond propitious power has try'd, Too oft to own, too much to be deny'd. And all I ask are shades and silent bowers, 100 To pass in soft forgetfulness my hours.
First, some to cleave the stubborn 3 flint enTill, urg'd by blows, it sparkles into rage: [gage, Some temper lute, some spacious vessels move; These furnaces erect, and those approve; Here phials in nice discipline are set, There gallipots are rang'd in alphabet. In this place, magazines of pills you spy; In that, like forage, herbs in bundles lie; While lifted pestles, brandish'd in the air, Descend in peals, and civil wars dcclare. Loud strokes, with pounding spice, the fabric And aromatic clouds in spires ascend.
So when the Cyclops o'er their anvils sweat, And swelling sinews echoing blows repeat; From the volcanos gross eruptions rise, And curling sheets of smoke obscure the skies. 110 The slumbering god, amaz'd at this new din, Thrice strove to rise, and thrice sunk down again. Listless he stretch'd, and gaping rubb'd his eyes, Then falter'd thus betwixt half words and sighs:
"How impotent a deity am I!
With godhead born, but curs'd, that cannot die!
Through my indulgence, mortals hourly share
A grateful negligence, and ease from care.
Lull'd in my arms, how long have I withheld
The northern monarchs from the dusty field! 120
How I have kept the British fleet at ease,
From tempting the rough dangers of the seas!
Hibernia owns the mildness of my veign,
And my divinity 's ador'd in Spain.
I swains to sylvan solitudes convey,
Where, stretch'd on mossy beds, they waste away
In gentle joys the night, in vows the day.
What marks of wondrous clemency I've shown,
Some reverend worthies of the gown can own:
Triumphant plenty, with a cheerful grace,
Basks in their eyes, and sparkles in their face.
How sleek their looks, how goodly is their mien,
When big they strut behind a double chin!
Each faculty in blandishments they lull,
Aspiring to be venerably dull;
No learn'd debates molest their downy trance,
Or discompose their pompous ignorance;
But, undisturb'd, they loiter life away,
So wither green, and blossom in decay;
Deep sunk in down, they, by my gentle care, 140
Avoid th' incleinencies of morning air,
And leave to tatter'd crape the drudgery of
"Urim 5 was civil, and not void of sense, Had humour, and a courteous confidence: So spruce he moves, so gracefully he cocks, The hallow'd rose declares him orthodox: He pass'd his easy hours, instead of prayer, In madrigals, and phillysing the fair; Constant at feasts, and each decorum knew,
Oft have my fears some distant villa chose,
O'er their quietus where fat judges dose,
And lull their cough and conscience to repose:
Or, if some cloister's refuge 1 implore,
Where holy drones o'er dying tapers snore,
The peals of Nassau's arms these eyes unclose,
Mine he molests, to give the world repose.
That ease I offer with contempt he flies,
His couch a trench, his canopy the skies.
Nor climes nor seasons his resolves control,
Th' equator has no heat, no ice the pole.
With arms resistless o'er the globe he flies,
And leaves to Jove the empire of the skies."
But, as the slothful God to yawn begun,
He shook off the dull mist, and thus went on:
"'Twas in this reverend dome I sought repose,
These walls were that asylum I had chose.
Here have I rul'd long undisturb'd with broils,
And laugh'd at heroes, and their glorious toils.
My annals are in mouldy mildews wrought,
With easy insignificance of thought.
But now some busy, enterprising brain
Invents new fancies to renew my pain,
And labours to dissolve my easy reign."
With that, the god his darling phantom calls, And from his faltering lips this message falls: "Since mortals will dispute my power, I'll try Who has the greatest empire, they or I. Find Envy out, some prince's court attend, Most likely there you'll meet the famish'd fiend;
Ver. 170. Sometimes among the Caspian cliffs I
Where solitary bats and swallows sleep;
Or, if some cloister's refuge I implore,
Where holy drones o'er dying tapers snore,
Still Nassau's arms a soft repose deny,
Keep me awake, and follow where I fly.
Since he has bless'd the weary world with peace,
And with a nod has bid Bellona cease;
I sought the covert of some peaceful cell,
Where silent shades in harmless raptures dwell;
That rest might past tranquillity restore,
And mortal never interrupt me morę.
Ver. 183. Nought underneath this roof but damps are found,
Nought heard but drowsy beetles buzzing round. Spread cobwebs hide the walls, and dust the floors,
And, soon as the dessert appear'd, withdrew; 150 | And midnight silence guards the noiseless doors. Always obliging, and without offence,
Ver. 196. Or in cabals, or camps, or at the bar,
Or where ill poets pennyless confer,
Or in the senate-house at Westminster.
Soon as the evening veil'd the mountains heads,
And winds lay hush'd in subterranean beds;
Whilst sickening flowers drink up the silver dew,
And beaux for some assembly dress anew;
The city saints to prayers and play-house
The rich to dinner, and the poor to rest: [haste;
Th' officious phantom then prepar'd with care
To slide on tender pinions through the air.
Oft he attempts the summit of a rock,
And oft the hollow of some blasted oak;
At length approaching where bleak Envy lay;
The hissing of her snakes proclaim'd the way.
Beneath the gloomy covert of an yew, That taints the grass with sickly sweats of dew; No verdant beauty entertains the sight, But baneful hemlock, and cold aconite; In a dark grot the baleful haggard lay, Breathing black vengeance, and infecting day. But how deform'd, and worn with spiteful woes, When Accius has applause, Dorsennus shows. 20 The cheerful blood her meagre cheeks forsook, And basilisks sate brooding in her look; A bald and bloated toad-stool rais'd her head; The plumes of boding ravens were her bed: From her chapp'd nostrils scalding torrents fall, And her sunk eyes boil o'er in floods of gall. Volcanos labour thus with inward pains, While seas of melted ore lay waste the plains. Around the fiend in hideous order sate, Foul bawling Infamy, and bold Debate; Gruff Discontent, through Ignorance misled, And clamorous Faction at her party's head; Restless Sedition still dissembling fear, And sly Hypocrisy with pious leer.
Glouting with sullen spite the fury shook Her clotted locks, and blasted with each look; Then tore with canker'd teeth the pregnant scrolls, Where Fame the acts of demigods enrols; And, as the rent-records in pieces fell, Each scrap did some immortal action tell.
This show'd, how fix'd as fate Torquatus stood, That, the fam'd passage of the Granic flood; The Julian eagles, here, their wings display, And there, like setting stars, the Decii lay; This does Camillus as a god extol, That points at Manlius in the Cavitol; How Cocles did the Tiber's surges brave, How Curtius plung'd into the gaping grave. Great Cyrus, here, the Medes and Persians join, And, there, th' immortal battle of the Boyne. 50 As the light messenger the fury spy'd, Awhile his curdling blood forgot to glide: Confusion on his fainting vitals hung, And faltering accents flutter'd on his tongue: At length, assuming courage, he convey'd His errand, then he shrunk into a shade. The hag lay long revolving what might be The blest event of such an embassy: VOL. IX.
Then blazons in dread smiles her hideous form;
So lightning gilds the unrelenting storm.
Thus she" Mankind are blest, they riot still
Unbounded in exorbitance of ill.
By devastation the rough warrior gains,
And farmers fatten most when famine reigns;
For sickly seasons the physicians wait,
And politicians thrive in broils of state;
The lover 's easy when the fair-one sighs,
And gods subsist not but by sacrifice.
"Each other being some indulgence knows: Few are my joys, but infinite my woes. 70 My present pain Britannia's genius wills, And thus the Fates record my future ills.
"A heroine shall Albion's sceptre bear, [prayer.
With arms shall vanquish Earth, and Heaven with
She on the world her clemency shall shower,
And only to preserve exert her power.
Tyrants shall then their impious aims forbear,
And Blenheim's thunder more than Etna's fear.
"Since by no arts I therefore can defeat
The happy enterprises of the great,
I'll calmly stoop to more inferior things,
And try if my lov'd snakes have teeth or stings.”
She said; and straight shrill Colon's' person
In morals loose, but most precise in look. [took,
Black-friars' annals lately pleas'd to call
Him warden of Apothecaries-ha!!;
And, when so dignify'd, did not forbear
That operation which the learn'd declare
Gives colics ease, and makes the ladies fair.
In trifling show his tinsel talent lies;
And form the want of intellects supplies.
In aspect grand and goodly he appears,
Rever'd as patriarchs in primeval years.
Hourly his learn'd impertinence affords
A barren superfluity of words;
The patient's ears remorseless he asshils,
Murders with jargon where his medicine fails.
Ver. 60. Then she: "Alas! how long in vain have I
Aim'd at these noble ills the Fates deny?
Within this isle for ever must I find
Disasters to distract my restless mind?
Good Tenison's celestial piety
At last has rais'd him to the sacred see.
Somers does sickening equity restore,
And helpless orphans are oppress'd no more.
Pembroke to Britain endless blessings brings.
He spoke; and Peace clapp'd her triumphant
Great Ormond shines illustriously bright
With blazes of hereditary right.
The noble ardour of a royal sire
Inspires the generous breast of Devonshire.
And Macclesfield is active to defend
His country with the zeal he loves his friend.
Like Leda's radiant sons divinely clear,
Portland and Jersey deck'd in rays appear,
To gild by turns the Gallic hemisphere.
Worth in distress is rais'd by Montague;
Augustus listens if Mæcenas sue;
And Vernon's vigilance no slumber takes,
Whilst faction peeps abroad, and anarchy awakes,"
Ver. 95. In haste he strides along, to recompense
The want of business with its vain pretence.
The fury thus assuming Colon's grace, So slung her arms, so shuff'd in her pace. Onward she bastens to the fam'd abodes, Where Horoscope 2 invokes th' infernal gods; And reach'd the mansion where the vulgar run, For ruin throng, and pay to be undone.
This visionary various projects tries,
And knows that to be rich is to be wise.
By useful observations he can tell
The sacred charms that in true sterling dwell;
How gold makes a patrician of a slave,
A dwarf an Atlas, a Thersites brave.
It cancels all defects, and in their place
Finds sense in Brownlow, charms in lady Grace;
It guides the fancy, and directs the mind;
No bankrupt ever found a fair-one kind.
So truly Horoscope its virtues knows,
To this lov'd idol 'tis, alone, he bows;
And fancies such bright heraldry can prove,
The vile plebeian but the third from Jove.
And to that dire misfortune listen well,
Which thou should'st fear to know, or I to tell.
'Tis true, thou ever wast esteem'd by me
The great Alcides of our company.
When we with noble scorn resolv'd to ease
Ourselves from all parochial offices;
And to our wealthier patients left the care
And draggled dignity of scavenger;
Such zeal in that affair thou didst express,
Nought could be equal, but the great success.
Now call to mind thy generous prowess past,
Be what thou should'st, by thinking what thes
wast:
The faculty of Warwick-lane design,
If not to storm, at least to undermine.
Their gates each day ten thousand night-caps
And mortars utter their attempts aloud. If they should once unmask our mystery, Each nurse, ere long, would be as learn'd as we; Our art expos'd to every vulgar eye; And none, in complaisance to us, would die. 120 What if we claim their right t' assassinate, Must they needs turn apothecaries straight? Prevent it, gods! all stratagems we try, To crowd with new inhabitants your sky: 'Tis we who wait the Destinies' command, To purge the troubled air, and weed the land. And dare the college insolently aim
Long has he been of that amphibious fry,
Bold to prescribe, and busy to apply..
His shop the gazing vulgar's eyes employs
With foreign trinkets, and domestic toys.
Here muminies lay most reverendly stale;
And there the tortoise hung her coat of mail;
Not far from some huge shark's devouring head
The flying fish their finny pinions spread;
Aloft in rows large poppy heads were strung,
And near, a scaly alligator hung;
In this place, drugs in musty heaps decay'd;
In that, dry'd bladders and drawn teeth were laid.
Aninner room receives the numerous shoals 130
Of such as pay to be reputed fools.
Globes stand by globes, volumes on volumes lie,
And planetary schemes amuse the eye.
The sage, in velvet chair, here lolls at ease,
To promise future health for present fees;
Then, as from tripod, solemn shame reveals,
And what the stars know nothing of, foretels.
One asks how soon Panthea may be won,
And longs to feel the marriage-fetters on:
Others, convinc'd by melancholy proof, 140
Inquire when courteous fates will strike them off.
Some, by what means they may redress their
wrong,
When fathers the possession keep too long.
And some would know the issue of their cause,
And whether gold can solder up its flaws.
Poor pregnant Lais- his advice would have,
To lose by art what fruitful Nature gave;
And Portia, old in expectation grown,
Laments her barren curse, and begs a son:
Whilst Iris his cosmetic wash would try,
To make her bioom revive, and lovers die.
Some ask for charms, and others philtres choose,
To gain Corinna, and their quartans lose.
Young Hylas, botch'd with stains too foul to name,
In cradle here renews his youthful frame:
Cioy'd with desire, and surfeited with charms,
A hot-house he prefers to Julia's arms.
And old Lucullus would th' arcanum prove,
Of kindling in cold veins the sparks of love.
To equal our fraternity in fame?
Then let crabs-eyes with pearl for virtue try, Or Highgate-hill with lofty Pindus vie!
So glow-worms may compare with Titan's beams,
And Hare-court pump with Aganippe's streams,
Our manufactures now they meanly sell,
And their true value treacherously tell;
Nay, they discover too, their spite is such, 200 That health, than crowns more valued, costs not much;
Whilst we must steer our conduct by these rules, To cheat as tradesmen, or to starve as fools."
At this fam'd Horoscope turn'd pale, and straight In silence tumbled from his chair of state: The crowd in great confusion sought the door, And left the magus fainting on the floor; Whilst in his breast the fury breath'd a storm, Then sought her cell, and re-assum'd her form. Thus from the sore although the insect flies, 210 It leaves a brood of maggots in disguise.
Officious Squirt3 in haste forsook his shop, To succour the expiring Horoscope. Oft he essay'd the magus to restore, By salt of succinum's prevailing power; Yet still supine the solid Jumber lay, An image of scarce-animated clay; Till Fates, indulgent when disasters call, By Squirt's nice hand apply'd a urinal. The wight no sooner did the stream receive, 220 But rouz'd, and bless'd the stale restorative. The springs of life their former vigour feel; Such zeal he had for that vile utensil.
So when the great Pelides Thetis found, He knew the sea-weed scent, and th' azure goddess own'd.
Ver. 202. Whilst we, at our expense, must per
And for another world, be ruin'd here.
Dr. Barnard's man.
ALL night the sage in pensive tumults lay,
Complaining of the slow approach of day;
Oft turn'd him round, and strove to think no more
Of what shrill Colon said the day before.
Cowslips and poppies o'er his eyes he spread,
And Salmon's works he laid beneath his head.
But those bless'd opiates still in vain he tries,
Sleep's gentle image bis embraces flies:
Tumultuous cares lay rolling in his breast,
And thus his anxious thoughts the sage exprest. 10
"Oft has this planet roll'd around the Sun,
Since to consult the skies I first begun:
Such my applause, so mighty my success,
Some granted my predictions more than guess.
But, doubtful as I am, I'll entertain
This faith, there can be no mistake in gain.
For the dull world must honour pay to those,
Who on their understanding most impose.
First man creates, and then he fears the elf;
Thus others cheat him not, but he himself;
He lothes the substance, and he loves the show;
You'll ne'er convince a fool, himself is so:
He hates realities, and hugs the cheat,
And still the only pleasure's the deceit.
So meteors flatter with a dazzling dye,
Which no existence has, but in the eye.
As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air;
From stratagem to stratagem we run,
And he knows most, who latest is undone.
"Mankind one day serene and free appear; The next, they're cloudy, sullen, and severe: New passions new opinions still excite;
And what they like at noon they leave at night.
They gain with labour what they quit with ease;
And health, for want of change, becomes disease.
Religion's bright authority they dare,
And yet are slaves to superstitious fear.
They counsel others, but themselves deceive;
And though they 're cozen'd still, they still believe.
"So false their censure, fickle their esteem, 41
This hour they worship, and the next blaspheme.
"Shall I then, who with penetrating sight
Inspect the springs that guide each appetite;
Who with unfathom'd searches hourly pierce
The dark recesses of the universe;
Be aw'd, if puny emmets would oppress;
Or fear their fury, or their name caress?
If all the fiends that in low darkness reign
Be not the fictions of a sickly brain,
That prospect, the Dispensary they call,
Before the Moon can blunt her horns, shall fall.”
With that, a glance from mild Aurora's eyes
Shoots through the crystal kingdoms of the skies.
The savage kind in forests cease to roam,
And sots, o'ercharg'd with nauseous loads, reel
Drums, trumpets, hautboys, wake the slumbering
[pair,
Whilst bridegroom sighs, and thinks the bride less
fair;
Light's cheerful smiles o'er th' azure waste are
[spread,
And Miss from inns of court, bolts out unpaid; 60
The sage, transported at th' approaching hour,
Imperiously thrice thunder'd on the floor;
Officious Squirt that moment had access,
His trust was great, his vigilance no less.
To him thus Horoscope:
"My kind companion in this dire affair, Which is more light, since you assume a share;
Fly with what haste you us'd to do of old,
When clyster was in danger to be cold;
With expedition on the beadle call,
To summon all the company to th' Hall."
Away the friendly coadjutor flies,
Swift as from phial steams of harts-horn rise.
The magus in the interim mumbles o'er
Vile terms of art to some infernal power,
And draws mysterious circles on the floor.
But from the gloomy vault no glaring spright
Ascends, to blast the tender bloom of light.
No mystic sounds from Hell's detested womb
In dusky exhalations upwards come.
And now to raise an altar he decrees,
To that devouring harpy call'd Disease:
Then flowers in canisters he hastes to bring,
The wither'd product of a blighted spring;
With cold solanum from the Pontic shore,
The roots of mandrake and black hellebore;
The griper senna, and the puker rue,
The sweetener sassafras, are added too;
And on the structure next he heaps a load
Of sulphur, turpentine, and mastic wood;
Gums, fossils too, the pyramids increas'd;
A mummy next, once monarch of the east;
Then froin the compter he takes down the file,
And with prescriptions lights the solemn pile.
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Feebly the flames on clumsy wings aspire,
And smothering fogs of smoke benight the fire.
With sorrow he beheld the sad portent,
Then to the hag these orisons he sent:
"Disease! thou ever most propitious power,
Whose kind indulgence we discern each hour! 100
Thou well canst boast thy numerous pedigree,
Begot by Sloth, maintain'd by Luxtiry.
In gilded palaces thy prowess reigns,
To you such might and energy belong,
But flies the humble sheds of cottage swains.
You nip the blooming, and unnerve the strong.
The purple conqueror in chains you bind,
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To fix your empire, and confirm your sway, 110
'If, in return, all diligence we pay
Far as the weekly-bills can reach around,
From Kent-street end, to fam'd St. Giles's pound;
Behold this poor libation with a smile,
And let auspicious light break through the pile."
He spoke; and on the pyramid he laid
Bay-leaves and vipers-hearts, and thus he said:
"As these consume in this mysterious fire,
So let the curs'd Dispensary expire!
And as those crackle in the flames, and die,
So let its vessels burst, and glasses fly!"
But a sinister cricket straight was heard;
The altar fell, the offering disappear'd.
As the fam'd wight the omen did regret,
Squirt brought the news the company was met.
Nigh where Fleet-ditch descends in sable
streams,
To wash his sooty Naiads in the Thames;
There stands a structure on a rising hill;
Where Tyros take their freedom out to kill.
Some pictures in these dreadful shambles tell,
How, by the Delian god, the Python fell;
And how Medea did the philtre brew;
That could in Æson's veins young force renew;
Ver. 101. Thou that would'st lay whole states and
Sooner than we, thy cormorants, should fast.
How mournful Myrrha for her crimes appears,
And heals hysteric matrons still with tears;
How Mentha and Althea, nymphs no more,
Revive in sacred plants, and health restore;
How sanguine swains their amorous hours repent,
When pleasure's past, and pains are permanent;
And how frail nymphs oft, by abortion, aim
To lose a substance, to preserve a name.
Soon as each member in his rank was plac'd,
The assembly Diasenna1 thus address'd:
"My kind confederates, if my poor intent, As 't is sincere, had been but prevalent, We here had met on some more safe design, And on no other business but to dine; The faculty had still maintain'd their sway, And interest then had bid us but obey; This only emulation we had known, Who best could fill his purse, and thin the town. But now from gathering clouds destruction pours, Which ruins with mad rage our halcyon hours: Mists from black jealousies the tempests form, Whilst late divisions reinforce the storm. Know, when these feuds, like those at law, were past,
The winners will be losers at the last.
Like heroes in sea-fights we seek renown;
To fire some hostile ship, we burn our own.
Whoe'er throws dust against the wind, descries
He throws it, in effect, but in his eyes.
That juggler which another's sleight will show,
But teaches how the world his own may know.
"Thrice happy were those golden days of old,
When dear as Burgundy, ptisans were sold;
When patients chose to die with better will,
Than breathe, and pay th' apothecary's bill:
And, cheaper than for our assistance call,
Might go to Aix or Bourbon, spring and fall.
Then priests increas'd, and piety decay'd,
Churchmen the church's purity betray'd,
Their lives and doctrine slaves and atheists made.
The laws were but the hireling judge's sense;
Juries were sway'd by venal evidence.
Pools were promoted to the council-board,
Tools to the bench, and bullies to the sword,
Pensions in private were the senate's aim;
And patriots for a place abandon'd fame.
"But now no influencing art remains,
For Somers has the seal, and Nassau reigns.
And we, in spite of our resolves, must bow,
And suffer by a reformation too.
For now late jars our practices detect,
And mines, when once discovered, lose effect.
Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,
Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run:
So lines that from their parallel decline,
More they proceed, the more they still disjoin.
Ver. 182. "But now late jars our practices detect,
For mines, when once discover'd, lose th' effect.
Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,
Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run.
So lines that from their parallel decline,
More they advance, the more they still disjoin.
'Tis therefore my advice, in haste we send,
And beg the faculty to be our friend."
As he revolving stood to say the rest,
Rough Colocynthus thus his rage exprest.
1 Gilstorp, an apothecary.
'Tis therefe my advice, in haste we send,
And beg the faculty to be our friend;
Send swarms of patients, and our quarrels end.
So awful beadles, if the vagrant treat,
Straight turn familiar, and their fasces quit.
In vain we but contend, that planet's power
Those vapours can disperse it rais'd before."
As he prepar'd the mischief to recite,
Keen Colocynthus 2 paus'd, and foam'd with spite.
Sour ferments on his shining surface swim,
Work up the froth, and bubble o'er the brim:
Not beauties fret so much if freckles come,
Or nose should redden in the drawing-room; 200
Or lovers that mistake th' appointed hour,
Or in the lucky minute want the power.
Thus he "Thou scandal of great Paan's art, At thy approach the springs of Nature start, The nerves unbrace: nay, at the sight of thee, A scratch turns cancer, itch a leprosy. Could'st thou propose, that we, the friends of Fates, Who fill churchyards, and who unpeople states, Who baffle Nature, and dispose of lives, Whilst Russel, as we please, or starves or thrives, Should e'er submit to their despotic will, Who out of consolation scarce can kill? The towering Alps shall sooner sink to vales, And leeches, in our glasses, swell to whales; Or Norwich trade in instruments of steel, And Birmingham in stuffs and druggets deal! Alleys at Wapping furnish us new modes, And Monmouth-street, Versailles with ridingboods!
The sick to th' Hundreds in pale throngs repair, And change the Gravel-pits for Kentish air! 220 Our properties must on our arms depend; 'Tis next to conquer, bravely to defend. 'Tis to the vulgar death too harsh appears; The ill we feel is only in our fears.
"To die, is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break, nor tempests roar: Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er. The wise through thought th' insults of death defy; The fools, through blest insensibility. 'Tis what the guilty fear, the pious crave; 230 Sought by the wretch, and vanquish'd by the brave. It eases lovers, sets the captive free; And, though a tyrant, offers liberty.
"Sound but to arms, the foe shail soon confess Our force increases, as our funds grow less; And what requir'd such industry to raise, We'll scatter into nothing as we please. Thus they'll acknowledge, to annihilate Shows no less wondrous power than to create. We'll raise our numerous cohorts, and oppose The feeble forces of our pigmy foes; Legions of quacks shall join us on the place, From great Kirleus down to doctor Case. Though such vile rubbish sink, yet we shall rise; Directors still secure the greatest prize. Such poor supports serve only like a stay; The tree once fix'd, its rest is torn away.
"So patriots, in time of peace and ease, Forget the fury of the late disease: On dangers past serenely think no more, And curse the band that heal'd the wound before. "Arm therefore, gallant friends, 't is honour's Or let us boldly fight, or bravely fall!"
2 Dare, an apothecary.
3 A celebrated undertaker of funerals,
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