Says PHYSIC, "Mine have sleep-walkers, pretending through the hide of
you,
To look, although their eyes are shut, and tell you what's inside of
you."
"Ah!" says DIVINITY, "so mine, with quibbling and with caviling, Would have you, ma'am, to blind yourself, to see the road to travel in."
"Mine," PHYSIC says, "have quite renounced their good old pills and potions, ma'am, For doses of a billionth of a grain, and such wild notions, ma'am."
"So," says DIVINITY, "have mine left wholesome exhortation, ma'am,
For credence-tables, reredoses, rood-lofts, and maceration, ma'am."
"But hospitals," says PHYSIC, "my misguided boys are founding, ma'am."
"Well," says DIVINITY, "of mine, the chapels are abounding, ma'am."
"Mine are trifling with diseases, ma'am," says PHYSIC, "not attacking them."
"Mine," says DIVINITY, "instead of curing souls, are quacking them."
"Ah, ma'am," says PHYSIC, "I'm to blame, I fear, for these absurdities."
"That's my fear too," DIVINITY says; "ma'am, upon my word it is."