He watched his brethren of the time, how they
Rose into fame, that he might choose his way.
Some, he observed, a kind of roughness used,
And now their patients banter’d, now abused:
The awe-struck people were at once dismay’d, 220
As if they begg’d the advice for which they paid.
There are who hold that no disease is slight,
Who magnify the foe with whom they fight.
The sick was told that his was that disease
But rarely known on mortal frame to seize;