And what's good judgment but a lucky guess?
He boasts but what he can do:—will you run
From me, your friend! who, all he boasts, have done?
By proud and learned words his powers are known;
By healthy boys and handsome girls my own.
Wives! fathers! children! by my help you live;
Has this pale Doctor more than life to give?
No stunted cripple hops the village round;
Your hands are active and your heads are sound:
My lads are all your fields and flocks require;