See! those square patent bottles from the shop,
Now decoration to the cupboard’s top;
And there a favourite hoard you’ll find within,
Companions meet! the julep and the gin.
Time too with cash is wasted; ’tis the fate
Of real helpers to be call’d too late;
This find the sick, when (time and patience gone)
Death with a tenfold terror hurries on.
Suppose the case surpasses human skill,
There comes a quack to flatter weakness still;