He made his labour'd speech with poor parade;
And then a laughing zany lent him aid.
Smiling we pass'd him, but we felt the while
Pity so much, that soon we ceased to smile;
Assured that fluent speech and flow'ry vest
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Disguised the troubles of a man distress'd.
But now our quacks are gamesters, and they play
With craft and skill to ruin and betray;
With monstrous promise they delude the mind,