He found the studious lawyer not.
These words he read upon the door,
"The lawyer will be in at four."
"To the office of the doctor kind
I'll go," said he, "for there I'll find
Him tending to his patients' ills
With soothing balms and dainty pills."
But doctor's doors were closed, and lo!
Just as poor Cupid turned to go,
These words he read 'twixt tears, alack!