Three faces wears the doctor; when first sought
An angel’s—and a god’s the cure half wrought:
But when, that cure complete, he seeks his fee,
The devil looks then less terrible than he.
Georgius Buchananus
TO ZOILUS
With industry I spread your praise,
With equal, you my censure blaze;
But, Zoilus, all in vain we do—
The world nor credits me nor you.