Don't glare at me! I'll tell it not abroad
But merely in your ears alone applaud
The wily artifice of pill and dram.
"You know as well as I do, you don't mean,
One half the things you tell 'our patient.' No!
Why, I can clearly show,
That Mrs. Gobbles' ailments are but spleen,
('Tis quite the simplest cause that e'er was seen)
And yet what crack-jaw names you now bestow.
"Because, forsooth, the longer you can prey