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Credit: The dispensary : a poem in six canto's [sic] / [Anon]. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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No text description is available for this image![1 His Shield was wrought, if we may credit Fame, ] By Mttlcihr, the Mayor of Bromingbam, i A Foliage of diffembl’d Serna Leaves, 1 Grav’d round it's Brim, the wona’ring Sight deceives* Emboft upon its Field, a Battle flood Of Leeches fpouting Hemorrhoidal Blood* The Artift too expreft the folemn ftate Of grave Thyficians at a Confult met; About each Symptom how they Difagree, And how unanimous in cafe of Fee* And whilft one Ajfajjln another plies With ftarch’d Civilities, the Patient dies. Beneath this Blazing Orb bright *Querpo flione, Himfelf an Atlas, and his Shield a Moon. A Peftle for his Truncheon led the Van, And his high Helmet was a Clofe-fiool pan. His Creft an * Ibis, brandiftiing her Beak, And winding in loofe Folds her fpiral Neck. This, when the Young ^uerpot ties beheld, His Face in Nurfe’s Bread the Boy conceal’d. Then peept, and with th’ effulgent Helm wan’d play. But as the Monfter gap’d he’d {brink away : Thus fometimeS Joy prevail’d, and fometimes Fear *5 And Tears and Smiles alternate Paffions were. But Fame that whifpers each profound Defign, And tells the Confultations at the Vine; mi ii “ 1 * This Bird)according to the Ancients,gives itfelf a Clyfterwith its Beak, #](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b30547350_0059.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)