Bids thee suppose, on Afric's distant coast,
One of those lily-coloured favourites lost;
Doom'd in the train of some proud dame to wait,
A slave, as she should will, for use or state.
If to the boy you'd wish her to be kind,
Such grace from you let Ferdinando find.
[296:1] Hom. Il. λ. 515. A medical man is equal in value to many other men. Or, as Pope has it,
A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal,
Is more than armies to the public weal.