This brought him fees, and not a man was he
In weak compassion to refuse a fee.
Yet though the Doctor’s purse was well supplied,
Though patients came, and fees were multiplied,
Some secret drain, that none presumed to know, 250
And few e’en guess’d, for ever kept it low.
Some of a patient spake, a tender fair,
Of whom the doctor took peculiar care,
But not a fee; he, rather, largely gave,
Nor spared himself, ’twas said, this gentle friend to save.