But if the labour it refuses
We'll scout Old Poll and his nine Muses,
And leave our John Trot lines to tell
The Story and, we hope, as well.
An Empiric had hither bent
His journey from the Continent,
Who boasted, by his Chymic skill,
Disease was subject to his will;
And that his cunning had found out
A Panacea for the Gout.