The symptoms as to warrant our recourse
To your skill, Doctor! Yet since just a touch
"Of pulse, a taste of breath, has all the force
With you of long investigation claimed
By others,—tracks an ailment to its source
"Intuitively,—may we ask unblamed
What from this pimple you prognosticate?"
"Death!" was the answer, as he saw and named
The coucher by the sick man's head. "Too late
You send for my assistance. I am bold