You think your doctor does you little good;
And, grown impatient, you require in haste
The nervous cordial, nor dislike the taste;
It comforts, heals, and strengthens; nay, you think
It makes you better every time you drink;
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"Then lend your name"—you're loth, but yet confess
Its powers are great, and so you acquiesce.
Yet, think a moment, ere your name you lend,
With whose 'tis placed, and what you recommend;