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EPIGRAM LXXXV.

[When Doctors, twenty years ago]

PAR PARI.

When Doctors, twenty years ago,
Wore wigs of venerable flow,
A bodkin sword's diminutive stump
Stuck right across each physic rump,
Whose short dimensions seem'd to say,
“Our object is to save, not slay.”
An emblem apt enough, I trow.—
But wicked wits pretend to show,
For swords so small, an apter still—
—“We've other ways than one—to kill!”