The town, can shake an urinal,
Or know, like them, by Galen's rules,
The consequence of fetid stools.
Think not physicians I despise,
Doctors indeed I duly prize;
Doctors so call'd are those I drive at,
Their ignorance I can't connive at.
Kind reader pardon this digression,
And I will shorten the procession.
But say, what youth is he that follows?