For he imputed all this early fame
To graceful manner and the well-known name;
And to himself assumed a share of praise,
For worth and talents he was pleased to raise.
A month had flown, and with it fled disease;
What pleased before, began again to please;
Emerging daily from his chamber’s gloom,
He found his old sensations hurrying home;
Then call’d his nephew, and exclaim’d, “My boy,
Let us again the balm of life enjoy;