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TO THE MEMORY OF ------

If I had been as bold as he,
I might have wrote down Dr. Slee.

Here lies a man, who long has tried,
With mixtures, pills, and powders,
To prolong breath and ward of death—
Both from himself and others.
Some said, he much increased his wealth,
With harsh and hard proceeding;
Though many he restored to health,
With blistering and bleeding.
But Death, with his old fashion'd dart,
He came one Sunday morning,
And touch'd a tainted tender part,
And laid the Doctor groaning.
Not all the medicine he possessed,
Could heal what then was broke;
And thus the Doctor found at last
That dying was—no joke.