Him valiant I deem, that patient can seem,
And fights not in every place,
But on good occasion, without seeking evasion[,]
Durst look his proud Foe in the face.
That Physician shal pass that is all for his glass
And no other sign can scan,
Who to practice did hop, from ‘Apothecaries’ shop,
Or some old Physitians man.
He Physick shal give to me whilst I live,
That hath more strings to his Bow,