Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse Consisting of the Epistolary Correspondence of Many Distinguished Characters. With Notes and Illustrations. By the Rev. R. Polwhele |
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THE DOCTOR TURNED PATIENT. |
Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse | ||
THE DOCTOR TURNED PATIENT.
Good Sir! the pillbox, gallipot and phial,
Must erelong put my pocket to the trial.
Ponderous the package I've just sent away—
O what a sum (thinks I) the deuce to pay!
Must erelong put my pocket to the trial.
Ponderous the package I've just sent away—
O what a sum (thinks I) the deuce to pay!
Yet though so many a potion—many a pill—
To an enormous size swell out your bill;
Long suffering, (but I fancy on the fret),
You whisper not a word about my debt.
Thus in new attitudes it seems we're stationed—
You are not now my Doctor, but my Patient!
To an enormous size swell out your bill;
Long suffering, (but I fancy on the fret),
You whisper not a word about my debt.
Thus in new attitudes it seems we're stationed—
You are not now my Doctor, but my Patient!
Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse | ||