And doctors cure without a fee.
“Lawyers by strife shall cease to thrive;
And what’s more strange—aye, is it not?
The milk, and every other tythe,
Shall all be dropt by Doctor Scott!
“Then Windydrum shall cease to sneer,
And Shorthorn shall turn wond’rous civil;[11]
And after them you scarce need fear
To cultivate the very devil!
“Another prodigy comes next,