I’ve clapp’d many a blister on many a back,
And cramm’d many a bolus down many a throat,
I have always stuck close, like the rest of my tribe,
And physick’d my patient as long as he’d pay;
And I say, when I’m ask’d to advise or prescribe,
“You must wait till I’m call’d in a regular way.”
Old England has grown rather sickly of late,
For Russell’s reduced her almost to a shade;
And I’ve honestly told him, for nights in debate,
He’s a quack that should never have follow’d the trade.