What greater evil can a flatterer do,
Than from himself to take the sufferer’s view?
To turn from sacred thoughts his reasoning powers,
And rob a sinner of his dying hours?
Yet this they dare, and craving to the last,
In hope’s strong bondage hold their victim fast:
For soul or body no concern have they,
All their inquiry, “Can the patient pay?
“And will he swallow draughts until his dying day?”
Observe what ills to nervous females flow,