But chimney-sweepers and Perkineans
Are such a scurvy set of minions,
That not one rogue among them back’d is,
Except by knaves retired from practice.[83]
That though certificates he dish up,
From surgeon, doctor, parson, bishop;
From gentle, simple, yeomen, squires,
’Tis written, “that all men are liars!”
That grant his tractors cure diseases,
Folks ought to die just when God pleases;