Of clear good sense - but Gwyn was not of these.
He heard and he rejoiced: “Ah! let him come,
And till he fixes, make my house his home.”
Home came the Doctor - he was much admired;
He told the patient what his case required;
His hours for sleep, his time to eat and drink,
When he should ride, read, rest, compose, or think.
Thus join’d peculiar skill and art profound,
To make the fancy-sick no more than fancy-sound.
With such attention, who could long be ill?