His plate at dinner-table: tip nor wink

Scares patients he has put, for reason good,

Under restriction,—maybe, talked sometimes

Of douche or horsewhip to,—for why? because

The gentleman would crazily declare

His best friend was—Iago! Ay, and worse—

The lady, all at once grown lunatic,

In suicidal monomania vowed,

To save her soul, she needs must starve herself!

They 're cured now, both, and I tell nobody.