I could descern, prescribe, apply
And cure[11] disease in louse’s eye.
And insects smaller, ten degrees
Than those which float in summer’s breeze,
Drugg’d with cathartics and emetics,
Then doctor’d off with diuretics.
I had a curious little lancet,
Your worship could not help but fancy it,
By which I show’d with skill surprising,
The whole art of flea-botomizing!—