He’s a quack that should never have follow’d the trade.
And, Lord! how he fumes, and exultingly cries,
“Were you in my place, Pill, pray what would you say?”
But I only reply, “If I am to advise,
I shall wait till I’m call’d in a regular way.”
It’s rather “too bad,” if an ignorant elf,
Who has caught a rich patient ’twere madness to kill,
Should have all the credit, and pocket the pelf,
Whilst you are requested to furnish the skill.
No! no! amor patriæ’s a phrase I admire,