What has, with selfish purpose, gain’d your ear— }
Our very flesh and blood, and, as you know, how dear. }
Doubtless they came your noble mind t’ impress
With strange descriptions of their own distress;
But I would to the Doctor’s face declare, }
That he has more to spend and more to spare, 880}
With all his craft, than we with all our care. }
“And for our Sister, all she has she spends
Upon herself; herself alone befriends.
She has the portion that our father left,