The dispensary : a poem in six canto's [sic] / [Anon].

  • Samuel Garth
Date:
1709
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Credit: The dispensary : a poem in six canto's [sic] / [Anon]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Mitts from black Jeak es the Tempeft form, While late Divifions re-inforce the Storm. Know, when thefe Feuds, like thofe at Law, are paS, The Winners will be Lofers at the laft. Like Heroes in Sea-Fights we feek Renown, To Fire fome hoftile Ship, we burn our own. Who e’er throws Dufl: againft the Wind, defcries He throws it, in effect, but in his Eyes. That Juggler which another’s Slight will fhow. But teaches how the World his own may know. Thrice happy were thofe golden Days of old. When dear as Burgundy^ Ttifam were fold •, When Patients chofe to die with better will. Than live to pay th5 Apothecary's Bilk And cheaper than for our Affiftance call. Might go to Aix or Bourbon Spring and Falk .Then Priefthood thriv’d, and Piety decay’d 5 And Senates gave their Votes as They were paid. Right was adjudg’d as Favour did prevail. And Burgefles were made by nappy Ale. But now no influencing Art remains, Por S-—-rs has the Seal, and Naffau reigns. And we, in fpight of our Refolves, muft bow. And fuffer by a Reformation too. For now late Jars our Pradtkes detect, And Mines, when once difcover’d, lofe th’Effefh Diffentions, like fmall Streams, are firft begun. Scarce feen they rife, but gather as they run;
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