Like that which crown'd my better days,

When I enjoy'd your frequent praise."

The Doctor now his suppliant ey'd,

And thus in hasty tone replied.

"Indeed I've something else to do

Than thus to be employ'd by you:

I'm in great haste and must away,

My patients wait, I cannot stay,

To hear you, your fine story tell:—

So, honest friend, I wish you well."—