If safe, you’re certain; if secure, you’re well:
That I have luck must friend and foe confess,
And what’s good judgment but a lucky guess?
He boasts, but what he can do: - will you run
From me, your friend! who, all lie boasts, have done?
By proud and learned words his powers are known;
By healthy boys and handsome girls my own:
Wives! fathers! children! by my help you live;
Has this pale Doctor more than life to give?
No stunted cripple hops the village round;