And then a laughing zany lent him aid:
Smiling we pass’d him, but we felt the while
Pity so much, that soon we ceased to smile;
Assured that fluent speech and flow’ry vest
Disguised the troubles of a man distress’d; -
But now our Quacks are gamesters, and they play
With craft and skill to ruin and betray;
With monstrous promise they delude the mind,
And thrive on all that tortures human-kind.
Void of all honour, avaricious, rash,