They'll love you—all, and take it kind too,
To throw their physic out of window:
Remember, though, 'tis quite as well
To bid the poor things "not to tell."
Do for your Mistress just the same,
If laid up either sick or lame;
And if she 'longs,'—whate'er the food,
Engage that it will do her good.
But if she goes to whip a child,
Declare you're 'druv' distracted, wild;